'Emotions Falter'

The Man.

Have you ever met a man in a body of another? A body that didn't belong to him in the first place, a body he kept warm for years. This man, the first day I met him, had been one with their body, forced to be a certain way to keep others around happy.

The day I wasn't there, he finally was able to free himself. The body was putting up a fight, a fight for years, but finally caved in to the man. The man, had a shine to his eyes and smiled more often, but you could still see the rust behind the shine and the cracks in the smile. He was free, but wasn't.

Myself, being a natural helper, stayed by the man's side, even when sometimes my brain disagreed with my heart. I stayed by him because I knew what it was like to be alone, not in the same situation, but I knew what it was like when the only person you could really talk to was yourself.

The man that I grew a great fondness towards, had a past that shattered my happy ego. Reality crumbled around me, the shouts of agony grew louder in my head, forgotten emotions were clawing the surface to get free. Clenching my fists, I banged my hand on the wall, silencing them with pain. My body shook and my blood pumped louder, the man grew quieter in much dismay.

I couldn't say days passed, I couldn't say things had gotten better, but I could say that I knew the man a whole lot better then I did when we first met. I knew how strong he really was, why he smiled rarely and his eyes dulled in thought time to time. I couldn't understand as much as I wanted to, I was just a kid, I didn't know better, but I tried because the man had something a part of me that was meant to be held by someone with a strong heart, a safe heaven.

I can't say I haven't thought of the man in the future, wearing a black suit and green tie, moving it nervously around his neck while his hands shaked. I couldn't say I didn't imagine myself by his side, placing gentle hands on his shoulders to sooth the tension. A room filled with judgmental eyes, scanning our every move. It sounded pretty nerve wrecking, but when you're standing in front of someone, someone who makes you smile and laugh at the silliest reasons, a pair of blue orbs looking into your own with no regret or disgust, but only love and adoration. You forget.

You know the man has your heart, something he will love and take care of until he can not. Your mind fogs around you, engulfing the bad and filtering out the good. You stare back at him, your deep blue eyes filled with pools of memories and happiness. Smiling slightly, he looks taken back but soon cracks a smile too. Not a grin or a smirk, but a real smile.

No cracks, no dullness, just, freedom. The man has finally been freed, by the girl who held his heart.