Immortal Fire

Lifting spirits

Zena POV

As I leave my cloud of confidence and reassurance, i take a deep breathe and take in my strange surroundings.
They have some weird ways of displaying themselves here....
I thought as I look into an alley way next to a coffee shop, where I see a girl with hair that looked like it hadn't had a brush in months and so much grease stuck to it, you could most deffinetly fry chips on it. A skirt so tight is surely must have been sewn on, a top that had the markings of struggle and blood.

What an unfortunate soul, the reason they call it the gift of life is because it's a gift, this women did not know why she lived or what her purpose was.

Sometimes my gifts were a real pain in the arse, my heart ached for this woman, I could feel her pain and torment, the pain in my chest was unbearable as I approached the sad creature.

I place my hand on the woman's chest, I feel her depression and anger in every beat of her heart, she looks at me with tears in her eyes and speaks with a weak voice "how are you doing this? How can you feel my pain and understand?"

"I just can... I give you the gift of hope, an emotion that will lift your spirits and help you appreciate the gift of life as the gods intended"

Suddenly there is a gleam of light in her eyes, a spark as she smiled at me.
"I will do better, Thankyou"

"Your welcome" I smiled, as she handed me a cigarette.

Hmm, a strange way of showing gratitude but ah well, might as well try one.

I approached a tall slim girl with long layered hair, "could I borrow your lighter?"

"yeah sure" she replied with chilled voice as she reached in  her leather jacket and reached out to hand me the lighter but.....as our hands touched... I felt a shock of energy shoot through me! A gust of wind rode past us throwing my hair all over the place.
I took my hand away and said Thankyou as we both stared at each other, trying to figure out what the hell just happened, she broke the awkward eye contact as she took a drag on her cigarette and looked at the ground folding her hands over one another with a thoughtful look on her face.