Strangled Emotions

She was an unknown spirit, fluttering her world alone and within the deepest of the darkest caverns in life. He was a warrior, strong and just. Both had an uncanny ability to be able to sense things about others. Their senses of sight and emotions were heightened by something paranormal, being able to detect the subtle colored atmosphere that emanates around everything and everyone. It is a skill that is rare and usually kept as a secret due to their time. Insanity wasn’t a popular prospect either. They also both were in search of something, an emptiness well defined by their opposite auras.

Their two worlds clashed in the simplest way.

She moved along the path, twisting and turning, seeing and feeling all the basic colors of the people who surrounded her. She, herself, had a very complex set of colors. Although she has had this peculiar perception of auras her entire existence, she still had trouble with controlling what she could or could not feel. It crazed her, which created her tendency to stay hidden during the day, the time when life flurried the most. She was weak, in search of something to make her strong again, something to protect her.

He walked down the worn trail, his uniform stiff and dirty from battles. He was respected where he lived. His personality held much charisma and charm when he needed it, though he was very quiet and mostly kept to himself. He had risen on ranks easily, using his abilities as a way to create justice in his country. His aura was simple but intricate to comprehend. He had mastered being able to control his emotions many years ago. It was required in his field of work. He was strong, in search of something to guard.

She was in need of necessities, food and water, to be exact. She doesn’t leave her home for just anything, not being much of a social butterfly, anyhow. Interacting with people frightened her, especially because of the pain she endures every time she steps out during the day.

He was doing the same; however, he was going out to buy food for the shelter he served when he is not at war or in battle. He tried to keep things in order within his city, wanting everything to be fair between people. It made people happy, calm, things he loves feeling after all the blood, death, and anger he has felt a thousand times over.

They met midday, a bump of their shoulders setting everything into motion for them. Their auras seemed to interlace, keeping them there, staring at each other in blank anticipation. They had never felt or seen anything like it. The gentle brush was enough create a show of colors, his pure white dancing around her wisps of grey; her passionate reds mixing with the bits of raven blacks that were hidden beneath his bright purities. Their breaths caught, watching the beauty in fascination, up until they looked into each other’s eyes.

Something seemed to click between them. He spoke, his voice a gentle rhythm in her heart. Her responses were long and thoughtful, yet another huge feat for her. It was as if they had known each other all their lives, their entire souls’ existence. His strength made up for her weaknesses. Her need for comfort made him even stronger, laying down his coat over the puddles for her.

A strong bond grew between them gradually. She let down her walls for him. He helped her maintain the pain she felt constantly every time she stepped outside. She allowed him to trust her and vice versa, this part of his heart that was foreign because of the battles he had suffered. He was taught to keep his heart closed, but his mind open. For once, he opened his heart to her.

All things have their flaws, no friendship not heavily tested. The warrior’s past was brought back into perspective by a woman who had loved him dearly so. She wanted nothing more than to gain what this stranger had gained so easily. She knew how to manipulate auras, darkening them, leading them to ignorance and weakness. It was always difficult to get to the warrior, for he knew how to control his emotions. She saw that the girl still had such a crazed aura, changing as an adolescent’s does.

With this woman’s talent, she caught the girl alone, speaking to her in a soothing tongue. She spoke of the warrior’s lies, his past ways with others. She spoke of his isolation and the rumors that had spread about him in the town. This was, of course, all lies, though; deception can run deep in one’s mind. The flow of the woman’s aura mixed with the girl’s, creating havoc with her doubts and insecurities.

She isolated herself from the world once more, not wanting to hear from the warrior. Her tears kept her torn, her hatred controlling her. She moved from the town, searching for a more desolated habitat. He was left wondering in pain and confusion why she had disappeared so abruptly. He went on a search for her, leaving all that he cared for so dearly behind. Years past, both grew, her walls strengthening and his determination hardly faltering. Both dreamed every night under the same smiling moon of each other. Neither thought they were so close.

She went walked a trail once more, in search for nourishment, him doing the same, this time for himself. Another bump and a dance of colors made them look in the eye once again. She was weary and he was wary. He stared, trying to separate illusion from reality. She looked at him in silence, debating whether or not she was angry or relieved. The pain seemed to disappear when they brushed. Slowly, the words of the deceitful woman seemed to fade away from her heart and mind, his purity sanctifying her own aura.

Their natural flow kept their untold secrets no longer hidden. Their connection never ceased, no lie being able to be able to falter their friendship. They became strong once more, the emptiness leaving their chests. Instead, their colors flowed inside each other becoming a balanced mirror. Their friendship was a rarity, proving the existence of Anam Caras. Their bond gave love a meaning. Their spirits still flow, breathing with the love with feel every day.