Imperceptible

by TWhoDrinksTea

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you seen what no one else could. The way they hum to their music as they walk down the street, the dance they do in the kitchen as they make food or how they lay in their bed at night and cry themselves to sleep. Even if they were weird with no friends, after seeing them in their most vulnerable state you couldn't help but love them.

1. Overture

Kavita: ...

T: ...

Kavita: ...

T: ...

Kavita: ...wHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-

T: AND ON TO THE STORY!

Invisibles.

That's what we were.

It was a family gift. Passed from generation to generation and given randomly to any child. Sometimes it wouldn't be in your family at all. Sometimes you wouldn't get it until you were older. But it had always been in the same three family trees in America, Ireland, and England.

Us Invisibles are special people. Spread around the world, but known to no one. The most secretively open superheroes of the modern era. We are detectives. Artists. Magicians. Scientists. Explorers. Writers. We can control our souls and send them walking through the world, leaving our bodies. We can go anywhere for however long we want to. We can even leave our bodies to rot so our souls can be truly free. And if you want to go the dirty way, you can follow someone and learn all of their passwords to social accounts or accidentally see the combination for the president's safe.

I wouldn't go as far as saying it was a curse, but I also wouldn't say it wasn't a burden. Being an Invisible comes with a price. A price that I will learn to pay.