In Joy and Sorrow
"I've been believing in something so distant, as if I was human. And I've been denying this feeling of hopelessness in me." ~Lost in Paradise by Evanescence
Prologue:
Impressions are the most important things in life. The reason being is that they are so lasting. Everything you do or don't do, leaves a mark on everything and everyone.
Most don't understand that. They don't see that the slightest touch can leave the deepest mark. Nothing is insignificant. We are all connected, pity that most are too blind to see it. Others do not have the choice nor the desire to be blind. Then there are those, who need someone to show them the way to understanding. That's where I come in.
My realm is the dead. Even though I have a pulse, I deal more with the lost souls after their hearts stop beating. Anyone can help the living. Only a few can help the dead. Lucky me.
Since I was seven and tried to explain to my Sunday school teacher that Old Marcus wasn't an imaginary friend, but a dead man, whose crotch she was talking to, life has been a bit complicated. I have helped many since then, and I can say that love leaves the strongest impressions. I have seen it time and time again.
One of my favorites was a spirit named Liam. He was waiting for his Sophia. He died during World War II before he could get a dance with her. He waited seventy years for that dance. Last time I checked, they were still dancing. It's a truly beautiful sight.
Then there is the darker side of love. It also leaves a deep impression. People tend to forget that love can be dark, or that those of darkness can love. It's not all sunshine and sweetness. It can be cruel and consuming. The dark side of love is wild, dangerous, and all consuming. There are people, who just can't resist that siren call.
Thinking of this reminds me of the time I went to the Murder House in Los Angeles. Now, that was an adventure for many reasons. Two lost souls trapped in uncertainty. Both unable to bridge the gap that was between them. To help proved dangerous in more ways than I expected. But I still had to do it. It's who I am.
Then there was the other surprise. Phoenix Grey, who was my partner in this adventure, is a truly unique person. Most people would leave if they landed in the situation we were in. Not Phoenix. He stayed the whole time without a complaint. He is a watchful protector that doesn't pass judgment on even the darkest and most twisted of souls.
Who am I? I am Lila Marwolaeth, and this is just one of my stories, while walking with the dead. Now, thinking back on it, one of the most important in my life.