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September 19th, 2009
08:22 pm - Trying out new stuff, nvm
-You know, she sometimes has this really bright glow around her that throws me off like an electric field. No, it's not an electric field, I should know. But it makes me not want to go near her, even though it seems like a very positive glow. Ok, so you think she might be an empath? Oh, I don't know, seriously, but it's a good thing. I should check whether it has the same effect on other people. Yes, I know I don't have much time, but that might be a ray of hope for her and for me. No, shut up, it's not like that, you're such a brainless freak.
Right, I see her now. Her pale skin, it seems glowing even without that strange radiation. I always come to think of moonlight when I'm with her. Her bloodred hair is gently falling down her back, the lively smile...and the eyes of an ancient goddess looking down with great interest. Perfect situation - she's reading one of those huge books, can't see the title. The first time I saw her, I remember it clearly now, it was in the bus, she was reading, and she seemed so sad in her beauty. The expression of her angelic face changes, she seems waiting for something good to happen. And, yes, there it is, the glow. You can't really see it as much as you can feel a wave of energy coming at you. She is so definitely chanelling foreign emotions. Now, who should I send over there? Here comes her best friend Heidi, someone she would never like to go the other way, closer and closer and...YES, Heidi changes her mind and goes the other direction. I should definitely use this new info. I gently touch my mates consciousness in a wave of triumph, not complete, though, knowing she is still not safe.
-See, I told you, I knew she was special in some way. A person simply can't be that attractive with no reason. No, you can't meet her just yet. First, I have to do my thing. When we know for sure that the killer isn't after her, I might introduce you to her. What nonesence, of course I am not in love with her. My life depends on her life, you know. And the freedom of my soul. Yes, yes, I would be able to say a definite goodbye to her after it's over. She means nothing to me.
And to myself I think - am I at all that confident? Tomorrow will be a different day. Another chance to meet the sunrise without her image in my mind.
[To be continued]
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