Middle of the Week Motivation

The Feeling of Safety and Why You Can't Live Without It

Mark kept his head down as he walked. Ever since the prime age of 17, he discovered a talent that no one had ever seen before. And one that would never be seen again. He could see little blurry clouds that floated around people. Of course, when he told people about this, they looked at him like he was crazy or it was just a joke, so he gave up on that. He figured out that these clouds, were people's emotions, their thoughts, their feelings.

Black clouds were bad thoughts and white clouds were good ones. Not only that, he could make the blueish clear bubbles and put them on people. The bubble would surround the person and all the dark clouds weren't allowed in. These bubbles eventually popped, and the dark clouds reappeared, but it was good for while it lasted. Mark, however, had one of these bubbles constantly. Now this doesn't mean he couldn't have dark clouds, but they just don't last very long.

And so sometimes, when Mark was out and about, he'd see someone who was overwhelmed with dark clouds, he'd go and hug them. Behind their backs, he'd create a bubble and place it on them when he let go. Now, normally this would be weird, but Marks hugs had a certain effect on people. His bubble would spread over the over person, repelling the dark clouds and having a calming affect.

The thing was, today Mark wasn't in a good mood. And while this is odd, seeing as his protective bubble makes him a generally upbeat person, but Dark just pissed him off. Mark seemed to have a personal demon that was not what so ever affected by this protective bubble of his. So Dark could relentlessly beam negative thoughts on the poor red haired boy, and nothing could stop it. The clouds that formed because of this were simply ejected out by his bubble so normally this was fine, but today Dark had chosen to harp on the fact that he was 27 and still single.

Mark grumbled at the demon, who had decided to take residence in his hair, as he walked. Because of his quiet yelling at the demon and his gaze being focused on the ground, he didn't pay attention to where he going, running smack into someone else.

"Oh, I'm," the man In front of Mark spoke, an Irish accent radiating from him. The Irishman sighed. "I'm sorry." He finished, his voice sounding duller, quieter, sad.

Mark rolled his eyes, hardly noticing the amount of darkness that surrounded the other. He stormed off, only to be stopped by Dark.

"Really?" Dark scoffed. "Did you even see that guy? Did you take the time to look at him?"

Mark huffed, spinning around to look at the man he had just run into. His eyes widened. The man walked with his shoulders sagging, pressured down by the enormous amount of dark clouds that surrounded him.

"You see that one?" Dark asked, pointing to a fat, black cloud that hung over his head. "That one's your fault." Dark smirked. "Good job. That one's actually a pretty decent size."

Mark glared up at the demon, hurrying after the smaller male who moseyed his way down the sidewalk. Mark grabbed his shoulders, spinning him around and smothering him in a hug. The man gasp in surprise, but felt calm wash over him, and he sighed in relief. Mark created the biggest bubble he could, and gently placed it over the other man as he pulled out of the hug, watching in satisfaction as all the dark clouds struggled to get back in, only to fail.

"Wow, I..." The man trailed off as they both got a clear look at each other for the first time. Mark stared into the man's blue eyes, reaching up and gently removing a piece of fluffy, green hair that had fallen in front of the oceans that stared back at him.

"He's a hot one, huh Mark?" Dark asked, jerking him back into reality.

Mark ignored the demon, who had now slid Down to his shoulder, smiling at the green haired man.