My Twisted Heart

Prologue

The world you see isn't the world I see. While you're swimming in a sea of emotions and colors, I'm stuck on dry land, watching the waves crash from a distance.

I know I'm a human. At least on the outside...

Even though I've got the same organs as you, something is missing. Emotions. I know what they are, I've seen them in others. Unfortunately, they're out of my reach... It's not that I don't want to feel things; it's that I don't know how.

I'm jealous... Jealous of those who can feel. Of those who can laugh and cry and love without reservation. I want to live like they do, to experience the world in all its messy, chaotic glory. But I'm trapped in this cage of reason and logic, unable to break free.

As much as I despise logic at times, it is also my lifeline. It's how I learned to live. Without it, I wouldn't have survived.

I'm done with just surviving. That's been my life for too long. I'm tired of it. I want more. I want to live, to feel, to experience things like a real person. Happiness. Anger. Sadness. Love. I want to experience it all...

Honestly, I haven't been completely truthful... Even though I claim I'm emotionless, there's one feeling I do have. Hope... Hope that somewhere deep inside me, buried beneath layers of logic and detachment, there's still a spark of humanity. A flicker of emotion waiting to be ignited, a reminder that I'm more than just a weapon.

And so I search. I search for that elusive piece of myself, that missing puzzle piece that will make me whole. I watch the world with longing eyes, yearning to be a part of it.

Maybe one day I'll find my humanity. Maybe one day I'll break free from this prison. Until then, I'll keep searching, keep hoping, and keep believing that somewhere out there, there's a place for me in this world.