My eyes open to a moonless night sky, great and wide, and swirling with deep burning colors. Stars sent off dancing prisms of rainbow-hued light, spinning at gut-wrenching speeds. It was impossible to follow with your eyes, yet I tried anyways, transfixed by how it played with the depth of every grain of the sand covering the bridge beneath my booted feet. The wind left cool, soothing kisses across my skin, wrapping me in white noise.
Slowly, awareness crept back to me, despite my attempts to go back to peace, revealing the sound of someone's soft footsteps, and my too-loud thoughts.
"Hello?" a small, slightly concerned voice broke through the near-silent night as if afraid they'd startle me. I looked over, my mocha brown eyes met with the brightest green ones I'd ever seen.
"Hello indeed, wicked contacts, by the way." the person standing over me looked a little startled replying hastily,
"Oh- uh, actually, these are the eyes I was born with, no contacts" They smiled warmly, if not a little bemusedly.
"My mistake, can I help you?" I couldn't help but stare at them as they nervously shifted their weight from foot to foot. Something about the way they moved reminded me of silk. they moved gracefully, even when they weren't paying attention, soft flowing movements that worked together, and never clashed.
"I don't know how to say this, but I guess just- here goes nothing- you looked like you were thinking about...well, jumping." they had a look of fearful anticipation on their face as if I might lash out at them.
"OH-! I didn't even realize that someone might think that. I-I'm so sorry, no I wasn't-" the good samaritan cut off my panicked ramblings with a light bubble of laughter, "-is something funny?" I chuckled nervously. Their hands flew to their mouth, eyes wide.
"I wasn't trying to make light of the..." they seemed to search for the right word for a moment, looking away briefly, "situation, I swear, I was just thinking about the odds that me, of all people, would misunderstand something like this."
"Really? why's that?" I smiled. Gods, why did it 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵-
"A-, I'm sorry, it's just, are you sure you're okay? I'm 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 good at reading people." their voice sounded tight and very, very sad.
Everything in me told me to hide, and shy away from help, but that never works. so, I guess it's time to change that.
𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙...
YOU ARE READING
Fae and Folklore
Fantasymonsters, magic, hell, heaven, none of it matters, if you don't like who you are.
