It was a bright and cloudless day, most unlike the dark and stormy nights we often hear of. A certain individual, by the name of Oxli Kwasnik, was walking along a path in the main park in Imperatesta. Now, this was no ordinary individual- at least, not to us. Oxli Kwasnik was the embodiment of the chemical element Oxygen, atomic number 8, and head of the Chalcogen family. Oxli, even to his fellow elements, wasn’t ordinary. He had an eccentric, bubbly, and oddly approachable personality, with an appearance to match. Generally, Oxli wore khaki shorts with suspenders, a sky-blue t-shirt, and a white silk scarf, even in the middle of summer. But what stood out most was his bright blue hair. Which was, of course natural. Because you know, liquid oxygen and all.
Anyhow, appearance and personality aside, Oxli functioned like a regular element person- he had emotions, the usual 5 senses of a human, and all that. And like most humans, he had developed a crush. A crush on the one individual he was always told never to go near. His crush’s name was Irino Ferrum, the embodiment of Iron. Irino was Strong-willed, patient, kind, and most of all, handsome. Irino was all Oxli could ever want in a partner. But Irino would never get close enough for Oxli to gaze upon, let alone talk to. On this very day, after weeks of preparation and debating, meticulously deciding and reciting what he’d say and wear and all of the important details, Oxli finally felt that he was prepared to tell Irino about how he felt. And of course, at the time, he still had no idea why Irino avoided him. He assumed that it had to do with not having time, or something else simple. But Oxli couldn’t have been more wrong.
Oxli sat on the park bench, anxiously waiting for Irino to walk by. And when he did, Oxli sat up, and began to speak. “Irino, I-” But when Oxli looked at Irino’s face, not even the metal’s flawless beauty could mask his terrified expression. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” Irino practically screamed, staring at his arm, as it disintegrated into rust. Irino shoved Oxli to the ground, and ran off. Oxli was left, and after he had gotten into a kneeling position, he began to laugh hysterically. “Of course he’d do that,” Oxli whispered, his voice growing audibly louder, “Of course he’d hate me, he never looks at me or even walks by,” Tears began to form in Oxli’s eyes, but he didn’t notice. “He deserves to burn in who-knows-where. I’m not that bad of a person, am I?” Oxli cried to himself. He stood, and yelled, “AM I?!” at nobody in
particular. Oxli continued to laugh hysterically from shock and distraughtness. Eventually, his maniacal laugher was slowly replaced with quiet sobs, and Oxli sank back to his knees and cried into his arms for who knows how long.
Eventually, after all of the tears Oxli could muster had been drained, he rose. “I suppose, then, life has no meaning. If the one I love is all I strive for, and I cannot have the one I love, then I have nothing to strive for. It doesn’t matter, anyways.” Oxli declared. Oxli claims that he had pledged from that day on that he shall devote his life to being kind to and doing the bidding of others, simply because he has nothing better to do. But secretly, it’s because he wants to do for everyone else what he couldn’t do for Irino: Love them.