Empathy by Ker Dukey

I don’t want to love I don’t want to feel I don’t want, her. They say some people are born with decreased activity in the front central lobe causing them a deficiency in empathy. Maybe that’s true about me, whether I was born this way or created in a moment of evil, empathy was something I didn’t possess until her green eyes met mine in the mirror and I couldn’t take her life. I didn’t want to feel, I didn’t want this woman in my life complicating how I lived, but she was there at every turn anyway. Sent to haunt me for my sins. Her light shining so bright, she provoked a shadow from everyone she touched. When a job turns bad fast, it alters my life forever. I’m forced to feel things I never have before. Face truths I’ve hidden from for so long I’m not sure I’ll recover from them. When life drowns you in its cruelty you don’t know which way the current will drag you or who you’ll become once you re-surface.