37 What's Not Written Is Not To Be

" Everyone on earth, they’d tell us, was carrying around an unseen history, and that alone deserved some tolerance."

Becoming, Michelle Obama

Anger engulfed me in such a thick blanket that I couldn't hear anything else in my surrounding environment other that Elwyn's words. There is a limit to how much you can stand by and enjoy a view only you can perceive, but not this. This is brutality at its worst.

Elwyn's hands were folded, with his thumb and index fingers pressed into the inner corners of his eyes, head hung low. I saw a thin line of glimmer leading from his eyes to his chin and realized he's crying. No amount of guilt or tears would be enough for him to feel free of what has seen, especially the part where he didn't do anything in spite of being aware that a person, our friend was dying.

What good are supernatural powers if you can't use them for the good of others?