|
|
last online Apr 19, 2024 10:31:38 GMT -7
|
|
|
Dec 20, 2021 23:49:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2021 23:49:14 GMT -7
Summer 2026
Noah had learned very young to never talk about what he saw. He'd gotten very good at ignoring it too, though there were times he still.... struggled. It was why he always had anxiety issues when it came to big crowds. People always assumed it was just because he was shy, which he was. He wouldn't deny that. But it was also a bit... distracting.
You see, Noah saw feelings. At least, that was the best way he could explain it. Someone's current strongest emotion. But it wasn't like an aura or feeling. He'd see words around the person. Words the person feeling the emotion associated with it. It made it quite confusing because it meant he didn't always know what it meant. For someone that was happy it could be the name of their children, or it could be whatever made them feel happy in that moment. Sometimes the words could be different colors, though only when it was particularly intense. Most the words had a phantom gray smokiness to them. When he was younger he'd tried to tell people about the phantom words but no one had really ever understood and only a few ever believed him. Most had made fun of him. So he topped telling people.
As he sat at the coffee shop (not his work, thankfully, he was just a coffee addict) he scribbled in his notebook. You see, the words he saw often inspired him. It was maybe why his music seemed so relatable for people. The words people associated with their feelings were his inspiration. Like the elderly couple passing him as they window shopped. Around the shoulders of one of them was the phantom word "Sun". The other one had a purple hued "Clock". He didn't know what sun might mean. Maybe the person was happy because of the weather? The other one was a bit easier to read. Purple only appeared with fear, or worry. And a clock might meant maybe something to do with the time. Perhaps he was worried about them running late? It was tricky figuring out what people were feeling.
Noah looked back down at his notebook, scribbling again. The couple had given him the idea of someone rushing through life without ever stopping to enjoy it. He only paused once the idea was jotted down and he reached for his cup of coffee. His hand froze momentarily though as he saw a wave of black. Black. He didn't like black words. Only intensely negative emotions made the letters go black and they always made him nauseous. Because no one associated good words when having that sort of emotion. His gaze was still drawn to the letters though. It was another couple in the midst of a very heated argument, probably a break up from the sound of it. One parties word had turned blue but it was hard to focus on what the word was in comparison to the black word. Noah swallowed hard and tore his eyes away. This was why he didn't like crowds. He never knew what emotions he might see.
|
|
|
|