Decipher | Watty's 2017

LXX. Obnubilate

Obnubilate

/äbˈn(y)o͞obəˌlāt/

verb

darken, dim, or cover with as if to obscure

"What the hell was that about?" Luke asked when we arrived back to our room, his body pinning mine between the closed door and his muscular body. I was stuck in a state of shock as Luke continued to lecture me about my lack of self-concern, which caused me to roll my eyes slightly at him as I heard small portions of his rant.

To be frank, I had no clue what I had done within that room, only seeing through a red haze which had come over my vision. More importantly, I didn't know what I had been thinking, only remembering that red mist which clouded my brain and set off a flare of anger within me I had not known I possessed.

As I stared up at Luke with a blank expression covering my features, more so staring through him than at him, his anger slowly turned into confusion, his eyebrows furrowing at my non-existent answers. I waited for my heart rate to return to its normal state before opening my mouth to speak, only to be met by labored breathing taking control of all my functions.

"What happened?" he asked lightly, his arms coming up to stabilize my petite frame as I shook slightly in front of him. I watched his mouth move and his voice speak softly as if he were speaking at a large distance. "Please tell me," he pleaded, shaking my absentminded frame slightly, worry crowding his irises as his eyes refused to detach from mine.

The search continued as he attempted to find answers within my eyes, only to find none as I observed his confusion grow more while gazing into my mysterious darkened blue eyes. A deep breath emitted from my mouth as I stood before the tall, blonde boy, fighting to grasp all of reality while looking into his crystal eyes of blue.

He was my epitome of peace and serenity as I continued to stare into his covered soul. Within my mind I knew that the more I stayed silent, the more he would question my recovery of the events of nine months ago, and to be fair, I didn't blame him as I grew to question my ability to recover from those six months as well.

Nevertheless, I observed him silently, taking in how he was able to bring my life back into orbit with just a touch. Despite his controlling demeanor, he brought a new light to my life: hope. I knew nothing in his life had panned out right, just as mine had not; however, he didn't let those failures he couldn't prevent overshadowing his purpose.

He was stronger than I, and I wasn't ashamed to admit that as he had survived his sister's death at such a young age, he had learnt how to fight and kill due to his overwhelming grief, he had followed the unspoken orders to abide by his father's will or face death, and he had learnt all of these lessons the hard way. Luke had been put in a life or death situation all of his life and somehow, not only survived, but came out stronger, which continuously amazed me.

Even though the aches of his life would have overpowered any other person, he did not allow them to drown him as he swam towards shore in an effort to continue fighting the obstacles of his life. Luke gave me hope that this disease and love of power, which had now overcome my entire persona twice, would disperse and turn into something that I would be grateful to have experienced, but now I was concentrated on finding the cause of this internal disease within me.

His eyes never left mine as these thoughts swarmed my mind. The gentle sound of his voice broke my trance as I finally gave into the tears winding within my body. Sobs erupted from my throat as I hung my arms around his tall figure, scared that if I let go, I would go back into that state, or worse, back to the power endorsed persona of mine.