Love

"Bellith, what does love feel like," A soft but firm voice asked, she was young maybe in her late teens. Her strawberry blonde locks rolled down to her shoulders, her eyes are a soft hazel. Under normal cuircumstances she'd be absolutely gorgeous, but there was a blankness on her face. That's just what happens when one is born with no emotions.

Bellith closed her book and looked to the slightly younger, a warm smile on her face.

"Rose, love is a warm feeling in your chest when you're around somebody. Naturally, you won't feel it all the time when your with them. Sometimes the warmth gets so strong that your face heats up too and your throat gets sore when you yell at them. Sometimes the warmth becomes hard and sharp, but that only when they feel the same way. Love is supporting each other when they need it. Love is hurting them even though you don't mean it. Love is like a fire that needs to be carefully tended, it can't grow too big or get too small. We can't add water unless we want it to become smaller, but if the love is real than it'll get back to the proper size," Bellith explained to Rose in the best way she could.

"How do you know what it's like," Rose asked.

A moment of silence passed over the two. Bellith felt the tears slowly rise in her eyes, yet a smile was on her face. She pulled Rose into a hug gently, taking in the little affection that the younger could give. It hurts like hell to not have your feelings reciprocated, but it hurts even more to not get the chance of love at all. Bellith let Rose out of the hug.

"It's because I feel it. I've felt it for so many years," Bellith answered.

"Do you like it," Rose asked.

"I like being in love more than anything," Bellith replied. Rose seemed perplexed.

"Doesn't it hurt sometimes," Rose questioned.

"It does, but it's worth it," Bellith said, "Why did you want to know?"

"For a moment, I was considering the possiblity. It seems absurd, but I wish to feel it," Rose answered.

"I wish you could feel it too," Bellith sighed.