Ever since you were young, you could see things that nobody else could see.

To you, this was a gift, but to everyone else, it made you seem like a freak, crazy, or delusional. Today at school was no different than any other day, students bullied you about your ability.

You sat in your room crying into your pillow, wishing you weren’t so different.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, “My love, do not cry, for you have me to love you as you are.” It was your favorite spirit, Himeros.