It was the first time she'd seen him. He was new at the facility. He would've been kept in isolation for the first few months and now that he'd finished his screening they'd moved him into the room across from hers. She'd never seen such dead-looking eyes. It was like a void that was trying to pull her soul out and swallow it whole. Instead of feeling scared, she found herself intrigued by him. The small glimpse she'd gotten only acted as a tease. As if drawn towards him she got up and moved towards the large glass window that made up the entire upper half of her cubicle without even thinking to do so. Directly across from her it was impossible for him to miss her tapping on the glass, even if he wouldn't hear it. Everything in the facility was built to lock in sound. She wasn't sure how to describe the way he looked. She wanted to say unhappy, but that wasn't quite right, he seemed more like a person that was already dead. A living dead person. She wanted to reach out to him, but with the glass between them all she could do was press her palm to it and hope he understood what she was trying to convey - I'm here.
It had been months since the doctors had taken him and finally, they cleared him to what they called Level B restrictions. As far as he understood it meant he'd never be able to leave this room unattended. He'd never be allowed to play music where others would hear unless the doctors approved of them. He wouldn't be able to feed on the emotion of others anymore unless the doctors decided he was allowed to have the food. He was basically a starving prisoner waiting around for his next meal and the worst part was, he couldn't even care about it. It was literally impossible for him to do so. Unless he was playing music, stealing the emotions of others, he couldn't feel anything. He was just an empty vessel. His thoughts were disrupted by movement from the corner of his eye. It was the girl in the cubicle beside him. If she was looking for someone to relate to, someone to be friends with, she was tapping on the wrong window. Not only that but hearing one another was impossible. "I wonder what it is she's feeling." Not having anything better to do he got up and walked towards the glass. As he got there she stopped tapping and pressed her palm to the glass. He hesitated a moment, but deciding to amuse her he lifted his hand and placed it opposite to hers. Between their hands a momentary vibration and pulse of light before he jerked away, skipping back a couple steps and tripping over his feet to fall on the floor. "Wh..what was that?" He questioned, staring at his hand. He'd felt something when he placed his hand over hers and it wasn't just the vibration. It was emotion. It was just for a moment before he'd jumped away, not long enough for him to be able to read what it was, but he knew that he'd felt it because for a brief second he didn't feel empty. Was it hers? Or was it his? I really hope to continue the idea I have for this one day.. but... >.> It's been years and ... yeeeeaaa.
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