When I got back to my room, the only light to guide me back had been the luminescent moss that coated the cavern walls. As I walked the stairs, I tried to avoid the creak of the fourth step.
"I was wondering if you would ever come back."
Startled, I missed my footing and tripped up the last steps. Owen.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered aggressively.
"Waiting for you," he gestured for me to take his hand up the remaining stairs and to my bedroom door. I fumbled for my key and when I finally go the door open, I slid inside, and Owen followed.
"I'm sorry that I startled you and that I upset you earlier."
"No. I'm the one who should be sorry. At least I know why you hate the Facility, and I haven't heard anyone preaching The One's teachings here."
We both stood awkwardly in the room. Owen glanced around, before resting his eyes on the floor.
"Well, I will leave you to get some rest. I will see you tomorrow?"
It sounded like a question. I nodded. He looked into my eyes and then took a step forward, placing a kiss on my cheek before leaving quickly.
I sat on the bed, sinking into the blankets and straw. I replayed the kiss in my head over and over, until I fell asleep. I did not understand.
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Elicerent
FantasyNo one is born. We are all made. You are woken from your slumber on your thirtieth year and programmed with all the knowledge and skills that you need to assimilate into the perfect society. Those who rebel against these ways that protect us from th...
