Some souls linger aimlessly around us. Those are lost souls, trapped between the 2 realms waiting to be freed and cross to the other side where they can finally rest peacefully. Those souls can no longer see humans or fine details of the world as we see them unless they’re wrapped in a relatively great amount of aura (energy). They usually cling to the positive aura for it alleviates their painless ail. Humans, however, can not feel these souls’ presence whatsoever.
She woke up sometime before sunrise so fond of the clouds she couldn’t miss them satiating the skies just before they get pierced vigorously, one by one, by the sunlight. She then lazily sips her coffee before starting her daily routine as everyone else does, only that she starts everyday with an enormous aura that is impossible to neglect.
One lost soul, lurking not so far from where she lives, noticed a great aura moving away, leaving behind traces of warmth the soul desired forever. It had the ultimate urge to follow but couldn’t; fearing to lose its trace by the end of the day. It decided to stop the aimless roam and to wait in front of the door for that warmth until the aura returns.
The soul waited for a long time that felt null to a soul soaring betwixt realms. Eagerly it observed and finally traces of aura started to reemerge from afar, getting closer, but not bigger The soul was baffled enough to mistake it until its source showed leaving no doubt that this was the aura from before; too precise yet dimmer. It was dazzled by how can such great aura be lost that easily but decided to wait regardless of the paradoxical sensation.
She stepped into her house, jaded by the daily act; the vivid smile that barely portrays her pretty face, but is never lost. Slowly her aura started to regenerate vigorously and that was felt instantly by the soul standing out there still stunned. Now the faint aura is getting as intense as it was.
She started writing, and the soul wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t for the amount of aura being transferred through her pen down the paper.
It was strong enough that even the soul was able to read what was written clearly; the words shone gold, as bright as Sirius* in a moonless night.
Reading through her words, it was no longer a lost soul and was sure to cling to that aura till its final time. This time it decided to follow the aura to find out what caused it to diminish. And so it waited in a cold night of December that didn’t feel cold, under a sky half lit by the glow of the moon that was covered by the fully sated clouds.
The next morning she woke up, same lazy girl with the same cup of coffee. Fenced by incredibly sheen aura, she checked how people admired her new story, knowing nothing about her new invisible, insensible, intangible, yet existent fan.
She took her coat and expected rain for the sun rays couldn’t pierce the dense clouds and walked to work as she usually does.
The soul followed her, knowing nothing of what it’s following but trying to focus on even the slightest fluctuations in the aura. It did flicker occasionally; every now and then a portion would disintegrate from the bright orb.
Every broken portion grew into an even bigger, but never brighter, aura in a different spot.
Soon enough the aura was depleted again and was wispy that the soul found it hard to follow. However, it’s insatiable crave for the warmth of that aura made it as clear as dim as it had become, and that made the soul crave more to see the face of the person with this ominous aura.
Back at the house, shortly after she entered, the soul felt the aura regenerate so fast. It was astonishing how dim it was few minutes ago and declining, and how in a flash rapidly reforming.
The soul stood in amazement of how much energy is being built up so fast: all drained from a small book. A book that wasn’t visible before as it didn’t emit so much energy as it did now as it lay between her arms to be perceived by her beautiful heart and mind rendering her aura more vital.
She was reading her favorite book, her best friend and greatest treasure, but most of all, her reason to fight back everyday’s asperity.
At this point the soul wished only if it could see that person whom it blindly fell in love with. It was time already to leave this void that felt too warm for the emptiness it was.
Suddenly, the sky cracked, and started to rain insanely as if a river was running through it. The drops fell so fast and nigh; not the bit amalgamating to fill even the tiniest pit.
She ran out to her balcony in haste to enjoy the sky’s cry…it was definitely a cry. Rain drops landed on her face, filled with so much energy that the soul could easily see, finally revealing every single detail of her pretty face.
The soul started to weep, unlike the sky’s, tears of happiness, as it ascended being grateful that there is still someone who can not just change how the living feels, but even the dead.
*Sirius is the brightest star in the night sky.
Quasar 