knox would be sitting in a bar, sipping a strong drink while taking a look over at the other people in the bar. a few minutes later, he would get up and leave after paying the bartender. he would use the central metro to get to his flat.
knox is a clone of another man who was a scientist. at first, as usual, he was treated harshly, and almost never went outside to see the world. one day the real version died, leaving knox to fill the space.
he started working in a government paperwork, analysing the documents and putting them in the right order.
when he got in the house and hung his coat, he walked in the kitchen to make some food for him, instead, knox saw a woman sitting at the table with a knife on her wrist.
"hey now, easy." K
she looked up at him, he could notice her teary eyes. she looked beautiful, with a rare and long but braided hair, blue eyes.
"don't do anything stupid." K
she said the next words a little loud.
"how do you know it's stupid?" I
"it looks like it, just put it away, alright?" K
he tried to approach her as he put his hand on her both hands, making her let the knife go. she couldn't do anything but look down, crying more and more. knox hugged her tightly, putting his hand on her head and put the knife away.
"it's okay." K
"it's not." I
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half an hour passed after this happened, knox would be sitting at his laptop as he was working. the woman was laying down on the sofa. she had a blanket over her and was drinking some tea.
"it's not healthy to lock yourself up from others, you know." K
she nodded at him, he was right, but she didn't trust him enough, or she had trust issues in general.
"it's too much sometimes." I
"i understand." K
"you don't, really, no need to-" I
"i really do, just believe me." K
she put the tea on the table next to the sofa, then lowered herself down, getting comfortable.
"we can talk if you want." K
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these words changed everything. he put the job away for a minute for her, they sat down in front of each other after a few moments, talking, maybe he could help her feel better, however... he obviously needed help too.
ivory would sip her tea as she continued speaking.
"my parents died, my grandparents after, so that was it and i was left in an orphanage, alone till i had enough, ran away from there and here i am." I
he was sitting in front of her, of course, listening to every word she said.
"i have no one too... actually, my creator lived a proper life with a childhood, and i have no memories of his, i was just created, that's all i remember." K
"that sucks." I
"it does, then again people have gone through worse than me." K
"i used to think that too... now it's different, y'know." I
"you deserve better. the car crash that killed your mom and dad, explosion at grandparents, not your fault. maybe if there is god he wanted you to go through hell to get here." K
