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The invisible

The invisible

By Alecia HarriottPublished about a month ago 3 min read
The invisible
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In a small town off the city highways time seems to move at a slower pace creating a simpler way of life. The town square bustles with the comings and goings of locals who greet each other by name. The sounds of laughter drifted from the nearby park where children play beneath the shade of towering oak trees. As the sun sets it warm glow on yet another day, the town comes alive with the soft melody of conversations and the comforting sense of community that binds its residents together. Keneila looked up to the sky and whispered "I like being here."

Keneila was unlike anyone. She possessed a special gift which is the ability to see things that others couldn't. But this did not scared her the least.

Keneila wasn't just able to see things in the physical world but she could also see people's innermost thoughts and emotions.

From a young age, Keneila had struggled with her gift but wasn't scared. She often felt overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that bombarded her senses everyday. It was as if she was constantly drowning in a sea of individuals feelings where she was unable to find her way to the surface. Despite her struggles, her parents had always been there for her and offering love and support to their darling daughter.

One day as Keneila walked along the streets of her small town, she noticed a young boy sitting alone on a bench. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyes were filled with tears and sadness. Keneila approached him cautiously, sensing the weight of his emotions.

"Hi, are you okay?" Keneila asked softly.

The boy looked up, startled by her presence. "I'm fine," he mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

Despite all that keneila could see through his fake appearance. She could feel the pain radiating from him like a physical force. Without hesitation, Keneila sat down beside him and offered a comforting presence.

"You don't have to pretend with me," Keneila said gently. "I can see that you're hurting."

The boy looked at her incredulously, surprised by her insight. Slowly he began to open up sharing his fears and insecurities. Keniela has always been a great listener. She listened intently while offering words of encouragement and understanding.

As they talked, Keneila couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with the boy. It was as if they were two lost souls finding solace in each other's company. Which was weird. In that moment, Keneila realized that her gift was not a curse but a blessing. It was a way to connect with others on a deeper level.

From that day forward, Keneila made it her mission to help those in need. She spent her days wandering the small town streets, offering a listening ear and a compassionate heart to anyone who crossed her path. With each person she helped, Keneila's own sense of purpose grew stronger.

But despite her best efforts, Keneila couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that lingered within her. She longed for someone who could truly understand her. Someone who could see her for who she was, beyond her gift.

One evening, as Keneila sat alone in her apartment, she heard a knock at the door. Curious, she opened it to find a young man standing on her doorstep. His eyes were filled with a familiar sadness, and Keneila felt a pang of recognition.

"Can I help you?" Keneila asked as her heart began to race.

The young man hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I heard about you," he said softly. "They say you can see things that others can't."

Keneila nodded, unsure of where this conversation was leading.

The young man took a deep breath before continuing. "I need your help," he confessed. "I've been struggling for so long, and I don't know where else to turn."

Keneila's heart went out to him feeling and sensing the depth of his pain. Without a word she invited him inside while offering him a seat at her kitchen table.

It was there that they talked for hours about their fears, their dreams, their deepest desires. And as the night wore on, Keneila felt a sense of peace wash over her. For in this young man, she had finally found someone who could truly see her for who she really is and not just as a girl with a gift but as a soul longing for connection.

And as they sat together in the dim light of the apartment, Keneila realized that she was no longer alone. With a wide grin across her face she had found her kindred spirit. The one who could see her, just as she could see him.

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About the Creator

Alecia Harriott

I am excited to share my passion for history, storytelling and poetry with readers around the globe and look forward to continuing my journey as a writer, one word at a time.

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