The breeze was light, slightly rustling the tall evergreens that were stocked in the vast forest. It whispered past and tickled every little speck that it touched, making the entire woodland shiver. Carried in the breeze was something sharp and wiry, like someone had just stuck their finger into a light socket. It was faint and loud all at once; something that no one would even notice if they didn't know what to be searching for. But she knew all too well.
Through the wall of moonlight and midnight's dark touch, a lonely shadow sat limply on an evergreen's branch. Glimpses of the past and short trills of memories whispered behind her eyelids and marred the darkest confines of her mind. She was calmed by the slow, warm buzzing of the electricity that sparked in the air around her in low, quiet explosions that were invisible to the naked eye. She was so completely different from the rest of the outside world though, because she'd been seeing the fascinating light shows since she was four, even though she'd only came to the realization of what they were when she was six.
Two sapphires blinked open, wide and content, searching the darkened world beyond. They were beautiful, but sad all the same. They'd been dulled by years of heartache and mourning even though most on-goers wouldn't notice the discrepancies at all. Just like the miniature light shows, her grief was overlooked. A loud pop sizzled next to her ear and she turned just in time to catch a glimpse of the shower of sparks that were after effects of a minuscule firework display. She sighed and her eyes deepened further with worry. Seconds later they flickered toward the path that was now illuminated by the bright lights that poured from a nearby house; her house. Her feet were touching the dark, frosty earth in seconds, and she made her way toward the house in a faster pace than usual.
The house was light one second and dark the next, churning in an everlasting pattern. The light fixtures stuttered and shook from their various places in the house even though there was no problem with the wires and no one was manning the light switched. Explosions dotted the air and a thin layer of smoke was hugging the ceiling. The air was amazing: clean, refreshing, and sharp. It felt like the sir itself had been conjured up out of nowhere from that exact spot just mere seconds before. The hallway fixture sent a search light beam across the hallway, even though the light bulb had needed to be replaced for weeks.
The air got crisper with every step.
Inside the bedroom it was hollow except for the electrical malfunctions and the whimpers that jarred the perfect air that littered the surroundings. In the corner of the room, where the bed was situated, was an explosion of light, a perfect ball of energy that swallowed the bed…and its occupants. She strode toward the light source and walked through it unaffected, except for the slight tickle that ghosted across her body as she passed through it. Once inside, she wrapped her arms around the bundle on the bed, which was fiercely shaking. It responded, curling around her.
"Shh," she whispered ever so lightly, pressing a soothing kiss to the other girls hair. "It's okay, Denki, it's just a dream."
"No," a hoarse voice replied, marred from the stress and fear. "I don't want you to leave me, Michi."
"I won't," Michi replied, her sapphire orbs flickering open to star past her and into the now pitch black room.
"Please," she replied shaking, "Don't-Don't leave."
Michi reassured her again and continued to steadily pet her hair in an effort to calm the shaking girl's nerves. After several minutes of hushed voices and small whimpers the shaking subsided and Denki sat limply in Michi's warm arms. Several more minutes and one of the voices started up again.
"Michi," Denki whispered. Michi grunted in acknowledgement. "Can you stay in my room tonight?" "Of course I will," Michi whispered back before letting the other girl slither out of her bed and rest her head lightly on the pillow. As Denki fell into complete silence and eventually sleep, Michi pet her hair as a small ghost of a smile lingered on her lips. "I swear I'll never leave you."
Michi watched her doze peacefully and started uttering every single one of her secrets to the sleeping girl, most of them Denki already knew, but many she didn't. She let go of all her untold feelings of how she felt empty with barely any human connection and how she missed her deceased family members. Suffice to say, Michi didn't get any sleep that night, and secretly, neither did Denki.