May Good Fortune Find You

T.W. (via the-perfect-aesthetic)

The first time I met him, I didn’t actually see him at all. 

I felt him near by. 

I was freaked out by everything at The Academy. 

too much, too fast. but you gotta roll with it.  even if you feel like you’re gonna run screaming out the doors any second. ya gotta just play cool. it wasn’t working though. people were talking. asking questions about scores. where did I come from. what was I gonna choose for my focus. what’s my playlist. teachers were asking too many questions. what did my aunt do. which clubs did i want to join. too many people. too many colors colliding all around. what would Thea say after I bailed. i could picture her disappointment and stress. she’d find another school but she was really excited about this one. and i let her down. maybe i could just fake it for a little longer. maybe they’d realize it was a big mistake and tell me I wasn’t supposed to be here. maybe mr griffin would revoke his sponsorship. somebody would see i was a poser. for real.

And then a new feeling came over me. A cool mist of rain. It washed over me and I felt drenched in calm. My rhythm became steady and I let out a long, low breath. It was then that I knew I could do this. The schedules, passcodes, projects, and every other new student orientation thing fell into place in my brain. I answered questions and The Mist filled in any answers I didn’t know yet.

Sometime later, that extreme calm slipped away. But I still knew I was ok. 

It wasn’t until the next day that I actually saw him. I saw his colors. That swirl of light and waves. So calm. so beautiful. 

not my photo just my blue 

Sometimes the colors look broken or damaged. That’s how I found Mel. He was cold. Too cold even though the night was warm. The colors were wrong and broken down his street. The ones coming from him were broken too.

I talked real quiet like and he didn’t seem to mind me being in his space. He was talking anyway but noticed me sitting next to his mat. He seemed to like me being there and turned to talk right at me.

He was saying things from a long time ago. Another place. Lots of names. Lots of memories.

He had pastel purples but they were broken. I don’t know what made me reach, but as I did, my colors began to blend with his. I didn’t even know it could do that.  I watched, completely fascinated as it blended. It gave me shivers up and down while it wrapped around and connected them.

Mel kept right on talking and didn’t notice the change. But I did. As the broken places came together, his scattered rememberings became stories. The stories had a message and Mel wanted me to know what he learned so I could too.

After awhile, he thanked me for listening. His color was solid again and looked bright. I started to nod off. I felt so tired. He scolded me and told me to go home but asked if I would come back. I promised I would.

I did’t wake up until almost 8pm the next day. Thea said she tried to wake me but I slept through her attempts. And I was soooooo hungry. Thea kept putting plate after plate in front of me and I ate it all. I mean, I eat a lot normally, but this was different.

I told her about meeting Mel and what the colors did. She thought carefully, as she always does, before answering. She believes I’m a healer. She said I need to learn how to use it so I don’t give too much away and hurt myself.  She said when I’m feeling stronger to start small and fix small breaks. Or maybe the ones that almost look bruised. Now that I know what they are, it’ll be easier to try.

So I guess that’s something to explore. Climber. Healer.