[ WP ] When too much anger , trauma , or hurt is bottled up , a heart becomes like a bomb . You are a heart diffuser , and you 've been assigned your hardest case yet .

**So why do you feel this way? ** 
 
 I checked my pocket watch. My case usually always walks through this park at this time after work. The only spot most deserted, so casualties would be a minimum if the case goes bad. *She should be around here sometime, she always comes this way. * This was n't going to be easy. I start to look around, about to leave, and then she walks by. Tristi Tia, my hardest case. 
 
 **Look doc, I know this is mandatory, but I do n't feel sad. I know I should, that it comes with the job, but I feel better after helping someone, not worse. ** 
 
 My superior said both her parents were killed in an accident about a week ago. Nothing out of the ordinary,'cept that she has n't even mourned. People who do n't mourn and grieve usually blow. I look into her heart like I was trained, and see the usual infrared-like vision of her soul. The reds and oranges swirling around in her soul, pulsating and quickly becoming volatile. Now's the time to act. 
 
 **You know as well as I do that you do n't feel this way. I can see souls too, and yours does n't look well. ** 
 
 I quicken my pace, and catch up to her. We're walking side by side, and I step in front of her. She bumps into me, recoiling slightly and looks like she's about to get angry, when I snap my finger. All of the rain stops. The small amount of people in the park clearing around us stops moving, the world is quiet. It's always jarring to the cases, but I'm used to it. Almost like clockwork, her soul and mine slip from our bodies. Our forms now become like ethereal versions of ourselves, mannequins of soft glass, swirling with colorful energy inside and trapping our emotions. Before she has time to react, I reach out my hand in the empty space to shake hers and introduce myself. `` My name is Cicatrix, and I'm going to help.'' My voice instinctively becomes softer and smoother. A therapist's trick, but nonetheless effective. 
 
 **Yeah, and I'm fine. I come in every month to get my checkup, and I get a clean bill of health. ** 
 
 `` What is this?'' she asks, slowly processing the new world around her. She takes a step back, and I drop my hand. `` You see that you've fallen out of your body, and now are in Inferis, or a material plane where souls reside.'' She looks at me with fear and her form becomes rigid, defensively sharpening at the idea of this new found information. `` As you can see from your auras,'' I gesture to the energies in her form, `` You need my help. You need to help yourself.'' She looks at me with bewilderment, but understands what I'm saying. `` It was n't your fault, Tris.'' 
 
 **Is this about Tris? That was n't your fault, Cica, and you know that. ** 
 
 I take steps closer and raise my hand to the center of her chest. *ergo liberi eius erunt. * Her energies start to slow and become docile. `` I need you to remain calm, and work with me, okay? You can do this,'' I say soothingly, but before I could continue, she breaks off, and the ground beneath me begins to shake. She should n't have been able to do that. `` How do you know that? How do you know anything!'' she screams, her form cracking and a slow pulse begins from inside the energies of her form. I stop the therapy act. I never worked for me, either. `` Life and Death are close to one another, Tristi! These things happen, and you have to move on. There are other things in life that make it worth it, and learning that not everything is forever makes the present more cherishable than ever. I know personally.'' I take a step forward, and she puts her hand up. I try to continue, but for some reason, my feet wo n't move. I ca n't move! I struggle and strain, but stop as soon as I see her start to glow and pulse faster. She falls to the ground, covering her ears and groaning in pain. 
 
 **It was my fault! I should have known! Do n't you see, I could n't save her! How can I save anyone now! ** 
 
 I take a deep breathe in and try to focus, but her glow is affecting my judgement. I can feel all the sadness and rage, all the heartbreak. `` Tristi, please. There are people that care, people that love you. You still have a place in this world, but it's up to you to make that place worth being here.'' I reach out my hand to her, trying to reach out, but her glow gets larger and larger, pushing me back like a wall of wind. `` Please! I know you believe it was your fault, and I know that it's hard to not put the blame on yourself, but what will happen when people blame themselves for not being there for you?'' The chipping and cracking of her form stops for a moment, and she looks at me. `` What?'' she whispers, her voice faint and echoing in the silent existence. 
 
 **You did save her from herself, but you did n't save her from your own emotions, C. This is n't about Tristi Tia. ** 
 
 I finally am able to start moving, but I sit down, legs crossed. `` When my wife died, I blamed myself. She lived dangerously and I loved her for that, but I was always worried. She never took safety in her own life, and when she passed, I thought it was because I did n't care enough about her.'' I could feel the blue and purple energies form in my own chest. `` But she lived how she did because it was who she was. She passed loving me, and I live loving her.'' I get up and for some reason, hold out my hand again. `` I know you think that that accident was your fault, but the world has so many dangerous moving parts its hard to find a place where you know you and the ones you love are safe.'' She looks at her hands, tears streaming down her ghostly face. I start to move forward and before she can realize it, I put my finger on her forehead. *somnos, sola anima mea. * Her eyes close and her form slumps, and drifts back into her body, her aura sated but not diffused. I align myself with own body and emerge in the material world. I catch her unconscious body and lead her to a bench, where I dial for a transport vehicle. I failed. Again. 
 
 Edit: wordings
