Myra

"What is your name?" 

"Myra." She wrote on the air, smiling at him. 

"Myra? Alright." Michel rested his head on his hand, legs crossed while he looked at the woman in front of him. "Do you remember me?"

She nodded her head, holding the cloth up to look at it with pure admiration. Though … she shouldn't be able to see it. 

He leaned forward and saw a hint of blue colour in her, originally, white eyes.

"Are you really blind?" He asked, seeing the hint of colour in her eyes. 

She shook her head and began writing on the air again, "I am only blind and mute as long as I am away from the other part of me." 

"Do you mean your soul mate?" 

She giggled, "No. She is more important than that." 

"There is something more important than a soulmate?" 

"Yes." She held the cloth out to him. "This is proof of it." 

"Are you looking for the owner of the dress this cloth came from?" He asked, taking the cloth into his hands.