Thread: Oh Ye Of Little Faith (darkangel76 & Erit of Eastcris)

What an odd man! Mira looked up into his strange, swirling eyes, her tummy all a flutter. What peculiar things to say after saving someone's life and in a way that made her senses go reeling. At least, she now knew that she wasn't dead. This man's actions were enough to confirm that fleeting notion. But had she imagined his actions or had they been real? So many questions and no answers! Instead, he spoke in riddles, leaving her mind muddled and confused. Perhaps the whole ordeal was causing her imagination get the better of her. It was often said that intense, life-changing events could play tricks on the mind. After all, some things were just impossible and, no doubt, this was one of those moments. Besides, it seemed the only logical answer. You've got to be someone, Mira stated, a bit aggravated about the cryptic answers. Then again, he'd gone out of his way for her. Twice. Suddenly, she felt instant remorse for letting herself get caught up in such selfishness. Her cheeks reddened and the desire to hide began to overwhelm. At that, Mira let the man take her hand, her palm sliding against his as he held on and nudged her along. His skin was warm and gave her that feeling that she'd be safe so long as he was there. It was unsettling, yet thrilling. She might not even know his name, but she'd never forget the way it felt when his arms encircled her body, holding her close, offering protection. No one had ever made her feel like that and she wondered if anyone ever could. Mira walked in comforting silence as she and the peculiar man trudged along. It was strange that he seemed to know the way. She hadn't remembered telling him anything. Then again, her entire day had been rather bizarre. Deciding to leave fate alone, she let the man lead. It was odd how she trusted him. But she couldn't help it. She was captivated despite her fears. The man started talking again, his voice sounding as if he'd suffered a great and terrible loss. Mira felt a pang of pity until she heard him muttering about displeasures and...the lord? Her blood turned cold just then. How could this man even bring up such a topic. It struck many chords and none of them pleasant. Just then, she thought on her parents, their brutal murder and how she was now an orphan in the great big world as it smiled upon her with its pointed teeth. She could feel the cruel reality that was her life seeping into her blood, her bones. The Lord, Mira said in a whisper. Has never cared for me. She stopped walking, her body trembling. You know what I think? she went on to ask, her free hand moving to tug on a stray mahogany curl. I think it's all a game. A great big game wherein we come to learn just how insignificant we truly are. She suddenly felt upset, so lonely and heart broken with her parents gone. It had been a few years since their untimely death, yet the loss seemed so fresh, a festering wound that refused to heal. Tears pricked her light eyes as they threatened to fall. She brought up her hand and swiped at them, not wanting this man...whoever he was...to see. I...I'm sorry, she then said, angry with herself for feeling mad. This man was extending his hand, offering aid, yet there she was taking it out on him. Mira, once again, felt so very small and selfish. She looked down at the ground, wondering why she felt so shaken. All of her emotions felt raw, like sandpaper on skin as it tore away each layer down to the bone. No. She just wasn't being fair and she knew it. You're trying to be nice and I'm acting silly, Mira mumbled. She looked up into those strange eyes and smiled weakly. It's just...I've never had a good relationship with God, she admitted, her thoughts once again fixing on her dead parents. He took my parents from me, she added, her face contorting at the memory. But that's hardly your fault. Again she smiled, her hand giving his a slight squeeze. By the way, I never thanked you helping me. She paused, her cheeks flushed, while her heart raced. Twice. Just then she giggled, the tension she'd been feeling suddenly broken. I suppose I do need a guardian angel in the worst way.