The Angel's Empathy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A narrative about a greater essence attempting to understand the willingness to showing others vulnerability.

The Power of Empathy

 The sun rose from behind the snow covered mountains painting the sky a vibrant orange. Nature was the only beautiful element on Earth, but even that was being destroyed by humanity’s repulsive creations. Loviel stood beside me, gazing at the sky before us. Even here she had an angelic glow to her, from her blond hair and ocean blue eyes to her brown boots that had buried in the snow. Our eyes were the only way our resemblance showed. Other than that, my tan skin and raven hair contrasted her appearance. I allowed my mind to wonder as my view focused on the small town below us.

 “I don’t get them,” I stated, not looking at Loviel.

 “Who?,” she asked, turning in my direction.

 “Humanity,” I said glancing in her direction. I could sense a shift in her as she straightened her back and deeply inhaled. “I just don’t see why Father would create such careless and destructive beings. Not to mention that they are weaklings and they…”

 “Ramiel,” Loviel said with a warning tone. I stopped abruptly and turned to face her, only she merely glanced in my direction. “There is so much more to them that what you say. You just haven’t taken the time to look, to give them a chance. You think because they bleed they are unworthy.” There was a pause and I could tell she was thinking of something I wouldn’t like. Finally, she said, “I want you to stay here. Observe them. Learn from them. Maybe they know something you don’t.”

 Before I could protest, she vanished with the wind. As the sun rose in the sky, shops began to open and the apes began their day. The town consisted of disease-filled shops, bookstores, clothing departments, and my personal favorite: the electronic store, where the world was displayed on every television. The disasters ranged from cities underwater to mass shootings with hundreds dead. I continued walking, thinking that maybe for once Loviel was wrong.

 After some hours had passed, I prayed to be let back home, but I was awarded with silence. Coming to the conclusion I would not be rescued, I set out to find a place to hide for the night. Previously, I had seen people stumble out of a building with neon lights that read “BAR.” I was told this was the place where the mindless beings came to drown their sorrows with a toxic liquid. They weren’t just weak because they bleed, it was because they let their weaknesses devour them. So here I sat, watching them as Loviel had ordered when these two men across the room caught my eye. One discusses how he’s lost everything while the other listens.

 “I just…I don’t know what to do,” the man’s voice sounded tired and broken. His friend said nothing, but wrapped his arm around his shoulder and lightly patted him on the back. The gesture was so small, but it seemed to have a much greater meaning to the broken man. I saw nothing that would cause him to see this as special. They both finished their drinks and walked out together with small smiles on their faces, although their eyes were filled with sadness.

 I stayed till light shown through the dark windows and the building closed. I recalled walking past a small park, so I headed there hoping to find some kind of entertainment. I passed several shops along the way and glanced at my reflection in the windows. My eyes seemed to glow a bright blue, they stared back at me, emotionless. It suddenly occurred to me I had never really felt emotion at all since the beginning of my existence. These beings have felt it their whole lives, and I had never even felt anything once.

 As I neared the park, I could sense all the germs and rust that was present on every surface. A pigeon joined me on a wooden bench nearby, stretching its wings from its slumber. The morning passed with small children playing and falling as their mothers talked amongst themselves. A few children glanced in my direction and for a brief second, I thought they could see me. It was a likely possibility, seeing that they tend to be much more open-minded than their elders, so I gave a small smile and waved. In return they smiled brightly and went on playing with the other children. As the sky turned from blue to black, the park emptied, leaving me alone until these two girls settled under a tree.

 “It’s just been tough with my parents, you know?,” she said leaning against her friend. “I’ve cried so many times, I’ve lost count,” she gave a light chuckle, but sadness filled her voice. “I just feel so useless in all of it. I can’t do anything and the pain I feel is unbearable,” she burst into tears and her companion held her close repeating the words “I know” as she too cried with her.

 “Look, I know. Believe me, I know because I was where you are now and I’m telling you it will be hard, but you’ll get through it okay? I promise,” she said as she held her close to her chest, rubbing her back trying to calm her. A few minutes must have passed when the girl finally lifted her head and said the words “thank you” through tears. Even I could admit it was a powerful scene to witness.

I stood and walked toward the hill where Loviel and I had first stood. Gazing down at the town, I began to ponder. They choose to be seen as vulnerable. For the first time, I felt something shift, something that resembled emotion, but I didn’t know which one it was. It was an overwhelming desire to help humanity, to help the broken man at the bar, and to help those poor girls under the tree. They formed a connection, one I didn’t understand, but what I did understand is that their weaknesses bring them together somehow. The words and actions they express towards each other are of much greater value than I have knowledge of. It wasn’t taught through education systems, it was something they seemed to learn on their own. These thoughts ran through my head when I felt a sudden change in the atmosphere.

“You’ve seen it. Haven’t you, Ramiel?,” Loviel questioned with a knowing tone in her voice, as she too gazed down at the town.

“Yes, I have,” I replied. “But I don’t understand what ‘it’ is.”

“They call it empathy,” she began. “It’s when one can share and understand the feelings of another, though words can’t justify what it really is. I find it beautiful. They use their weaknesses to help each other, and in some cases save each other. I’ve seen it so many times, and yet I still cannot comprehend how or why they do it. Empathy is something they seem to understand completely, yet we don’t even know where to begin.”

“Empathy,” I repeated. “Fascinating,” I said, looking in the direction of the girls who were still sitting under the tree.

“Empathy or humanity?,” she asked, turning to look at me. Without turning to her, I replied, “Humanity.” I could see from the corner of my eye that she smiled, pleased with herself. She walked closer to me and took my hand in hers.

“Let’s go home, brother,” is all she said before a white light clouded my vision and the environment around me vanished. 

 


Submitted: June 22, 2021

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