One Apple A Day #99
“How does it feel?”
The question keeps running through his mind since he met the girl. If he closes his eyes, he can visualise the whole scene. Every detail. The purple dress, the pink shoes, her nails in blue, all but one. And her green eyes. He will never forget those eyes. Pure and innocent, full of hope despite the tough life she had. The place smelled of rotten lives and failures. What was once a charming borough became a dump of human despair. In the midst of that decay, her eyes were like fresh water.
She pointed her gaze straight in his eyes and then she asked.
“How does it feel?”
“What?”
“Being different.”
Usually, they ask me what I can do with my powers. They want to know how strong I truly am, how fast I can fly or if it’s true that I can see through the walls. Some expect me to exhibit my super powers. Others asked if I can solve their problems.
Not that girl. She didn’t care about my powers and tricks. She saw something hiding behind my public image. She went past my costume, my mask. She found my one and only weak point. I’m not a god. I’m a human with special abilities. My body is indestructible, but my soul can be hurt. I don’t know pain, but I know suffering. And this my secret. The one I have to hide and protect. I can not die, but I can not live either.
“How does it feel?”
“What?”
“Being different.”
“Lonely.”