#75 My Soul's Shelter (pt. 2)

Raining Tear Drops

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A/N- This is more to the last part. I am planning on using more than one theme to make this. No worries it will all turn out.

I began the walk home from my night class. It usually took a good hour or more to get to my apartment. Depending upon which route I chose to take that day. I sat contemplative upon everything that had happened thus far in my life. Orphaned at a young age, my life had become survival of the fittest. While at the orphanage I learned a few valuable things that will stick with me throughout my pitiless life. You have to give to earn, you have to have to give and you have to want to have.

Without that all is lost. I give myself up mercilessly everyday to ensure the safety of the citizens of this town and, I have the willpower to give.

I don't mind my work but it takes away from my life. I am barely keeping my grades up. I have no extra time between saving the world and attending my school. If I could change one thing in my life it would be that I could share the happiness of one I so desire. That is what I want. My soul so longs for that completion. I can just feel something strong when I am around that person. It sends chills up my spine and I can feel a longing I never knew could exist.

Even now my mind is upon her. I wonder consciously and unconsciously of her. Of her desires. Of what keeps her ticking. Of why in her exterior she is the epitome of a perfect life. I wish to share that of her, but know it will not be. No matter what my soul wants.

Whenever she is near I can feel the gold sparks light warmly and I can see them reach out to her.

Even now as I think of her walking through the park, I can feel the sparks radiance upon my skin.

It begins to drizzle lightly and I can see my breath upon the air. I can feel my lungs clench at the feel of the air rushing swiftly in and out of my lungs in a uniform fashion.

Only then do I realize the feel of the sparks and the shivers are not that of my thoughts but because she is near. It was then I noticed the flaxen hair unimpeded in the mud and grime littering the ground around her. Her features perfect except for the red staining her shirt and contorting her body. She looked entirely too pale and her body shivering. Her hair plastered to her face by the rain and she scrunched up in a ball for warmth that was not present.

I took off my jacket and placed it around her broken body. What could have cause such. I picked her up to take her to my apartment. I noticed a piece of metal come to a soft cling upon the ground as it slipped between her lax fingers. I then thought to myself, oh god.

Why would such a happy girl let this happen? All I could think about was getting her out of the cold and into a more appropriate place. Even now I could tell hypothermia was setting in. I quickly rushed into my apartment. I placed her upon my bed and rushed to find all the blankets I owned. I stripped her of her wet clothes and placed them on her and around her I knew it was not enough. She was still shivering.

I remembered back in a class I had taken while I was still in high school. The best way to get heat to a body is to create it with another. With that in mind I shed my clothes. Quickly I slipped in between the blankets that covered her shivering form and pulled her flush against my body. I checked to make sure the pulse was still there and silently cheered when it was. This was not over yet she would live and he would be the one to save her. It was all a matter of time.

"You will live. You just cannot die. Life would be so plain without you." I silently whispered into her ear. I got no response not that I expected one. I could feel a deep breath suck into her body as if drinking after a long thirst. I felt the tears upon my face before I knew they had come I pulled her closer to my heated body. I placed a kiss upon her dirty hair that was once so beautiful and radiant. It would be once more. He would make sure of it. "Just hold on a bit longer."