The Story Enigma

Serenity

Author's Note: I'm obsessed with an angels and demons type of story and since I haven't been able to find one... I wrote one. Pretty sick, I would continue but I have too much I have to to write at the moment. Maybe when I'm done "How They Fell" I'll work on this one, because that would be sick.

There was a certain part of me that was terrified of what I would find on the other side of the door.  A beating in my heart that was surely loud enough for anyone close enough to hear. Since there was no light in the dark building it just added to my nervousness, for the place was years old, it creaked and groaned but all those sounds were nothing compared to the thrashing behind the door that hid me from him.

I could feel him from here, his raging emotions, the darkness that clouded him. Part of my talents were being able to feel others emotions and Know exactly what it was like to be them, understand their pain. It was a gift and a curse. Just because I could understand didn't mean I could help.

My heart began to hurt as slowly I reached out to him. His emotions were so strong that they were able to reach me from behind the solid door.

The thrashing stopped. Perhaps he realized something was happening. One can usually feel when I have connected, its a warm feeling that comes from their chest and builds. It's a feeling of happiness and content that bubbles within you.

"Who are you?" He demanded, breathing heavily from the other side of the door.

I didn't answer. I knew answering would just make him angry. So, I just closed my eyes to focus.

An overwhelming amount of loss and pain hit me and I slid to the floor across from the door.

"What are you doing?!" He yelled again, banging on the door but still not opening it.

His emotions were so strong I began to feel lightheaded and heartache pooled in my chest.
I studied the designs on the walls. There were faded but I realized that the wall was just cheap wallpaper. I focused on the circle and swirls  and slowly began to breathe again.

I heard a noise from the lamp down the hall that tried to turn on. The entire hall was dark other than the little bit of light from the streetlights out the window.

With precise movements I saw the door open. Keeping my eyes down I stared as his feet and didn't look at him. I knew the disgust that his type would have for me. I knew, yet, I was still here trying to help him.

It was forbidden to interact with his kind. Forbidden to even know the existence of one. But somehow his file made its way to me, and I stupidly followed. 

"Why are you here?" He asked, surprisingly with no hate or remorse, just a sadness I couldn't place.

I wasn't entirely sure why I was here to be honest. Why was I here?

He moved very carefully so that he was beside me in the hallway, sitting on the cold floor with me.

I didn't say anything, nor did I look at him and he did the same. Quietly, I eased his pain and made sure I felt everything he did.

Eventually, the loss and the hurt faded and all that was left was serenity.

We sat in the dark,  for what seemed like hours, not looking or talking to each other.

In a strange but sort of peaceful way, we held the silence and let it wrap us in complete comfort.

"You're not supposed to be here." He finally said, his voice barely a whisper since he didn't want to disturb the calm.

A dogs barking could be heard outside and even a siren sounded.

"No, I'm not." I agreed, talking at the same level he did.

Even though I knew nothing about him, I felt like I knew everything in that second. That was what my gift did though, made me understand so much.

That was the main reason my kind weren't allowed to use our gifts on his. Understanding, in a peaceful way, was intolerable in times of war.

With a small sigh, he got up from the ground and lent me a hand. With careful movements I placed my hand in his hand and allowed him to pull me up. 

I faced his chest but I felt his fingers on my chin as hs forced me to face him.

The complete black irises that stared down at me both terrified and excited me. Looking past his shoulder I saw the same wings as mine but a black fiery color covered them.

Carefully I pulled my wings out and let the light blue wings wrap me in comfort.

Slowly, he trailed his hand down my wing. His face starstruck with more emotion within it than I could describe.

His hand made its way to mine and he took it in his and guided it to his own wings.

I barely touched it when I heard the alarm.

A blaring noise sounded in the building. The amount of disappointment that not only filled me, but him as well was insane. He took my hand in his again and pulled me further into the dark room.

His vision in the dark was like mine in the light. I couldn't see anything in here but he could probably see everything.

With a push, I heard the opening of a window and hands on  my wings as he softly helped me out the window.

"Thank you." He whispered before whipping around to the voices that knocked on his door.

He sighed before pushing my hair behind my ear and quickly kissing my forehead. I let go of the window and he closed it. 

Falling down to the road it didn't take long before my wings caught the air and was flying within seconds.