Walk in another man's shoes, and suddenly his stride makes sense. Perhaps, if you can do that then you'd be able to understand why he is walking in a particular direction; what's driving him, moving him, consuming him. It is not a trait people posses; it is not something many people can fathom. Who truly understands another's point of view, many of the actions human beings undertake have reasons behind them that are often so intimate, that the doer himself is often unaware of his intentions. Sean Walken is perhaps the only person in the world that can understand where you are coming from. Since childhood he had the ability to see why others around him were miserable, happy or just empty. He had the power to read them in different ways that normal people cannot. By having a conversation, by watching their movements, the way they pronounced certain words, their facial muscles, or the glow in their eyes, he could decipher all he needed to know.

He could see a human being's aura, for example, no glows were identical but many were alike. Certain shades of red aura always excited Sean the most, those people were his favorites because of their passion for ordinary things. He could see a persons true demeanor, the way the person acted and looked when they were alone, like in the bath tub, or taking a shit. All these traits culminated to give Sean the type of power that no average man should ever have above others. The power to be a mortal God. He might as well, have fallen out of the heavens. Flawed Greek angel, fragile like the rest of humanity.

He walked into the dorm where some friends were having a party on campus. It was low key, the music wasn't too loud, few people still had the energy they began the night with but they were still drinking. The twilight hours of the night had culminated to this moment for all the partygoers. That's where he saw her. She was sitting; something about her gave off an aura of defiance. She was strong not because she wanted to be, or simply because that was the way of her character, no, she was strong because she had to be. No one else was going to be strong for her. The world would swallow her if she wasn't strong. Sean was immediately attracted to her aura, it seemed to be hidden under a cloak of darkness that he wanted to uncover. He could tell that her soul had been tried. As he watched her the sadness she carried he suddenly felt, this was part of his endowment. The moment he felt her pain she became beautiful. She was lonely; her heartbreak could only be compared to a sky filled with powerful gray clouds on the verge of drenching everything below, without mercy. On the verge.

She had been drinking but she was not aloof to her surroundings. She noticed him watching her. She noticed how he stared without fear, she didn't understand why but she liked it. The beautiful girl reached into her purse pulled out a long slim cigarette, walked outside to be polite. Sean waited and then followed.

Fire? He asked, calmly and cool.

Sure.

You know those things will kill you, but I have a feeling that you don't care.

Whatever. She responded. Looking into his eyes. She wanted to kiss him at that moment, but something wouldn't allow it, it wasn't common sense because he was a stranger, it was something else.

Are you as tired as I am? He asked.

You don't even know. She responded, as she released the smoke in her lungs. Amazed, because that was the right question at the right time.

Your surrounded by people but you feel alone, that knot in your heart has been there for too long, its made it numb, and that's a damn shame. Such a beautiful soul shouldn't be numb.

She looked up at him, took a hit of her cigarette to give her time to digest what she had just heard. If it wasn't so late, if her feelings had not been lubricated to handle what she had just heard by the alcohol she had consumed through the night, maybe that shit wouldn't fly on a normal day. And the conversation might have ended with a slap to his face or a cold hard stare that would make any man feel like a child. Sean knew that it would fly though. It was part of what made him amazing.

You think I'm beautiful? As she took a step closer.

I know you are, that's all I can see. He said. He leaned in for a kiss and her moist lips met his.

He knew he could never make her happy, he could see it. No one could ever make her happy, she was tainted, damaged goods, too far gone. Such a waste. He knew her so well by the time the kiss was over that he could legitimately say he loved her. How could he not, his gift gave him a magical window to her soul, in that moment he had known her better than anyone else had before, and she felt that fact.

Now he did what was only right. To see such a beautiful thing in front of him suffering, made him suffer. He knew her sadness had been there too long to ever leave. As he held her in his arms he contemplated how he would right the wrong. He didn't like to do it on campus because it would be too close too home, too suspicious but he couldn't help it. He carefully placed his hands on her cheeks, looked into her eyes and said, 'Let it go, let it all go, let it rain, pour.'� She nodded her head slowly, she didn't understand what he meant but it didn't matter she liked the sound of it anyway. Then he snapped her neck. She died instantly in his arms.

Her pain was gone, it was raining now. He gave her the gift of peace. There was no other way for her life to end. There was no other way for him. He was happier now.

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