He wished he could just find some peace.He had been blessed, or more accurately, cursed with the ability to sense emotions, but being an Empath was no fun. The continuous upheavals in the feelings of people surrounding him, were immensely exhausting.

He was sick of feeling so much. The most common emotion he came across was anger, and it was potent enough to warrant shoving a whole damn bottle of Tylenol down his throat.

People are just two faced bastards he thought. Thinking one thing doing something different altogether. Even affection was overrated, why were people so hell-bent on pursuing something that didn’t even feel remotely good.

He craved quiet and serene places. He would do anything to rest his troubled mind, to breathe peacefully. He suddenly felt something, a warm, liquid, glowing ember beginning to take form inside of him. He felt his throat closing up, his eyes tearing, his heart thumping wildly. It felt good to be alive, like he was floating on a fuzzy cloud. It was molten and pure unadulterated joy. He was excited yet felt scared at the same time. He laughed. What was happening to him?

The rustle of nearby bushes brought his attention to a small, pixie -like girl trying to coax a kitten out from underneath them.

“Come out, I won’t hurt you.” She sang as she picked it up and turned toward him. She gave him a shy smile and continued to stroke the bewildered cat, looking at it with so much adoration it actually hurt him to experience it. She waved, and went on her way.

He stood there transfixed, so, this is what love felt like, he thought.