Emotions

She had always been able to see them.

They wrapped around your arm, never letting go. Or they choked the breath out of your lungs. Or they hovered lightly, unapproachable and unafraid.

They were always there.

She found them beautiful at first, would give complements and ignore the confused eyes.

But then her friends had snapped at her to stop.

Stop talking about flashing lights and floating clouds. I don't care! Stop if you want to be my friend or leave.

Her own emotions were wrapped around her, not letting her move. Stop. She wanted it to stop. So she let go. They went away after that day.

She wished she had left.

Until they came back.

She saw them when she died and was reborn.

They were the only familiar thing to her.

And they will never leave, right?