𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 | 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒

⑩ SAD GIRL: ⑩

"Here we are," The Handler grins before turning to her right to look at the woman beside her. "Zero, will you do the honor of showing your boyfriend the place and where he will be staying? Thank you." She walks away, not waiting for her reply.

Five, after a lot of convincing from The Handler, finally agreed to join the commission. Zero doesn't really know how she is supposed to feel about Five being here. He has full right to be pissed at her but the defining silence between them right now is killing her.

She tries to say something but She doesn't know where to start.

"So, you're alive," Five breaks the silence.

"Yeah." She glares at the floor.

There is another moment of silence.

This time she breaks it, "Come on." She starts to walk in the opposite direction The Handler went. She turns her head slightly to see Five following her from her peripheral vision.

"Okay, this door to your right is the room I should be leaving you in, but in all honesty, the orientation video is very outdated and it won't be saying anything I can't. Also, other beginners are starting at the commission as well and I'm going to guess you still aren't one for small talk, so-."

"So, we're just not going to talk about it?" Five interrupts her.

She continues pacing down the hall, looking directly in front of her, doing her best to keep her voice from shaking as she replies. "I'd rather not quite yet."

He nods, not letting himself verbalize his current frustration. They walk down multiple halls for the next 15 minutes, her showing him the important rooms like the briefcase room, the training rooms, and the armory, as well as giving him directions to The Handler's office.

He stays silent throughout the whole tour, memorizing where everything is. "Lastly," Zero states as they reach their final destination. "Your room."

The Handler thought it would be a brilliant idea to have Five staying in the once empty room across from hers. On his door, the label clearly reads The Boy. "I'm forty-four. Why would my title be "The Boy"?" He asks grimly.

"I asked myself that too when I read mine," she says, pointing to the label on her door.

"The Girl," He reads aloud. "Nice. Says a lot about our characters," He says sarcastically.

"What? Would you rather it be our numbers?" She asks, still glaring at her label.

"Zero," He says softly. When he gets no reply, he repeats himself. "Zero."

"What?" she asks quietly, lowering her gaze to the carpeted floor.

"Z, look at me," He begs, trying to see the face of the woman who has been missing from his life for the past 18 years. "Please."

Hesitantly, she slowly let her brown eyes make their way up to meet his piercing green ones. This is the second time in eighteen years that she's dared to look directly at him.

They let the looks between them speak what words couldn't. She can't hide the pity and longing in her expression. He looks at her with a hesitant yearning look. He lets out a sigh of relief, as though he just let himself see that she is alive.

"I'm sorry," she says, her voice just below a whisper but she has no doubt that he heard it. And with that, she turns and enters her room, closing her door behind her, leaving him alone in the hall, starting at the spot she was just standing.

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Zero's POV:

This morning, I woke up early to head to the lounge before all of the coffee was gone, only to find a beaker with a note from The Handler.