Mood Ring

His face was framed with strength and he emanated a certain shy-like courage, while kindness and sympathy melted off his tan skin. I evaluated his features and was struck with an overwhelming sense of a perfected mess. It was more than just his rampageous brunette locks or the slight stubble along his jawline, his whole essence shined with turmoil, clutter, and mayhem. I could almost see the debris from his shattered soul orbiting around him. His whole presence reeked of chaotic disarray, and in order to cover up this violent medley, he was wrapped up like a present on Christmas morning. Upon seeing this, most would have thought that he was just a little out of sorts. But I knew a soul etched with pandemonium when I saw one.

Isabella was born with the innate desire to learn, she was more curious than a cat, but didn't nearly have as many lives. Constantly bringing trouble upon herself by relentlessly revealing the dirty secrets and closeted skeletons of friends, enemies, and family to the general public or in private parties; everyone knew Isabella couldn't keep her mind to herself. But what they didn't know was that they were physically unable to keep their personal lives separate from her desperate search for knowledge. Unaware of her unusual but expert ability to read emotion, the people around Isabella didn't nearly guard their minds as well as they should have.