He wondered how no one knew yet as he carefully painted out the scene in front of him with certain emphasis on specific people as well as painting most of it more blue rather than what color it actually was.
His paintings shared every last thought that he had and all of his emotions; people would just have to take the time to look at them and possibly feel what he felt.
People thought that he was an open book: a person only full of cheerful emotions and a lover of everyone.
What if they knew?
He smirked as he painted and focused on what he was trying to depict.
"What are you painting?" The rough, German voice sent a shiver down the young Italian's spine.
"The people." Feliciano smiled; oh, it was so much more than that!
"It is pretty crowded down there." Was that concern in German's voice?
"There's not too many. You just have to really look!" Feli made one, final swipe of his paintbrush then hopped off of his seat to look at the other man as they spoke.
"Hmm..." 'This was much better.' Feliciano thought as he could hear the German timbre of the other's voice and connect it to the handsome face that it belonged to.
"People don't normally really look at each other." Beyond the surface, may be he'd understand.
"Is that so?" The question was said so formally and with such curiousity that Feliciano had to giggle.
"Si." Feliciano answered him.
"How do we really see them?" Ludwig asked him.
"With our hearts and true understanding." Feliciano answered,
"Understanding of what?"
"Of ourselves and the pain that we go through." Feliciano's smile seemed almost pained.
"How much pain are you going through?" The question both sombered up the Italian and put a smile on his face.
"It's different and much more than you'd think." Feliciano spoke up.
"Really, how is it different?" The German asked him.
"It's emotional pain, and I get it from my surroundings. How often do you hear that others can feel your pain?" Feliciano asked the other man.
"Never." Ludwig seemed torn on how to feel about this.
"Did you know it was possible?" Feliciano's eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and yet held a certain hope.
"No." Ludwig's voice was deep but serious.
"Do you believe me?" Feliciano asked, nervously.
"I have no reason not to believe you." Was his answer.
"I'm an empath. I can feel other people's emotions." Feliciano tried to smile, but sometimes those emotions became too much.
"An empath?" Ludwig seemed unsure of what that word meant.
"It's a type of person that can feel other's emotions. Empaths are typically creative, and are more likely to encounter supernatural things in their lives such as ghosts. Their minds and emotions are seemingly always open to all sorts of things. Empaths make up only about ten percent of the world's people. People come to us for comfort and to open up to even if we are not trained to be psychologists." Feliciano paused to breath.
"Wow. I don't think that I've ever met an empath before." Ludwig seemed to be at a loss of what to say.
Feliciano shrugged and sat back down at his painting.
Life resumed it's normalcy with the blue spreading across the canvas.