Room Sixteen

3/Her pictures

Soren's pov'

I fold the newspaper that I've cut into pieces with my hands since I can't use sharp items, I made sure to take my time to make the edges smooth though so it's going very well.

Could be better.

I already made the stems and I left a big piece from the magazine so I can turn it into a whole bouquet of flowers...made out of newspaper of course. Since I'm in here and I can't go out and while trying to be romantic I have to do som to impress her, and this was a thing I learned when I was younger so I thanked my younger self for being such a philosopher and an observant kid.
Because now I can do this even without any equipment and put all my time and love into it while at it.

Am I so delusional for letting my feelings show so obviously towards her? Maybe. Am I so delusional for thinking she might actually feel the same after all? Maybe that too because what the fuck she could be just acting.

But all that comes to be false because her thoughts tell me a lot and more than enough to know that she's actually very attracted to me, she thinks about me and she has fantasies about me and I think that's fucking hot and attractive too.
Wish I could have her, I would be happy even locked up, but I have a feeling she's not going to go for anyone else and that makes me feel confident.

I feel like she's getting uncomfortable or some shit? I don't know but two days ago she left early and yesterday she only came by for like half an hour and then left without a word, excusing herself because she's "tired", that's hard to believe, her job is to sit her ass down and look pretty and make sure I'm taking my medication that I don't fucking need because I'm not psycho but I take it anyways because they touched her hand and I would never refuse anything from her.
Second; she needs to make sure I eat and talk to her for like hours like I do, she's basically my favorite part of the day and I can't function if I don't see her for one day.

I will quite literally go insane. She's the only medicine I need to not go psycho if you ask me.

Even Iris confirmed I'm not mental and that I'm just being kept here for no reason but I would rather not leave here anyways.
The treatment is better and the food somewhat.

"Why are you so quiet today?" She asks and I look up, I smirk and shake my head before turning my focus back on what I'm doing.

She wore pants today, she's learned her lesson from last time I guess.

Good girl.

"I don't know, I thought I'd treat you the same way you have been treating me for the past two days?" I shrug and act like I'm not interested in looking up at her when she makes the slightest movement just to try and catch my attention.

"What way?" She asks and I shake my head pouting my lips.

"Giving me the silent treatment." I look up and rest back in my chair.
Her loosely curled hair was up in a ponytail today, her eyeshadow dark brown to be more neutral as she can't do crazy makeup for this job, and her lipstick is almost close to red but I love it this way. Her lips look so edible...matter of fact she looks edible as fuck.
God, she makes me hungry.