It's been a week since I first met Harry and Niall. I'm currently staring out the window of my pod, my back moulding into the old armchair. The sky isn't its usual vibrant blue, but an almost nothingness colour, identical to my current mood of just plain confusion.
A week ago, the mere idea of talking to another human being, let alone helping them made me sick right down to the pit of my stomach. Although, contrary to my initial opinion, there's this unusual, foreign sensation that flows through me like water infused with bliss when I share my priceless water, or even when I gave them a place to sleep the first night. Perhaps it's what my fictional novels describe as happiness?
It's at that point that the two boys enter the room, the larger one gripping tightly onto the sickly, zombie looking child.
"Would you like a glass of water?", I ask softly, that now strangely familiar sensation returning. Knowing how much I want that glass of water, but am willing to sacrifice it for someone who clearly needs it more.
A/n Short little filler. xx
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