My body broke down, crumbled to pieces. Sanity slipping away but I had to stand strong . I had to look forward and continue. I had to.
I'm from another planet. From another galaxy. I was sent here to bring home a human. I was running low on time. None of the humans I saw were suitable. Each wrong look cost me a piece of my sanity . So, that meant if I did not find the human with all the qualifications sitting right , by the deadline I would and will go insane . And then very likely my disguise would wear off and inhabitants of this planet would torture and use my body endlessly to find answers to questions they don't know.
Our kind is not very different from humans. There is actually only one difference which allows me to distinguish between my kind and humans without the tech I'm using right now.
Our eyes. When you stare into our kind's eyes , you can change its colour. But a human cannot do that .
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...My life feels meaningless . It's already been a week and I've not found anything. Not a single clue. My sanity is fading into the depths of hell. I'm forgetting everything I ever knew. But I don't mind as long as that one memory remains . I'll fight. I'll move forward. I'll complete this mission.
I decided to not use the tech today. Trust my instincts for once I thought but that felt stupid . Maybe my brain was starting to lose its intelligence too . I stared at humans all day and got called a creep by many , well tell me something I'm not aware of.
I sat on a bench to relax. I heard movement beside me and was immediately on guard . Well I still pretended to be resting of course , I couldn't just wake up and hold a gun to their face now , could I? So much for relaxation. Well I knew it was a human so I woke up slowly and stared at them for a second. And I think my soul left my body for real. Because, guess what? Their eyes... it's colour changed from ice blue to sea green. That was the colour of my eyes.
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A thousand miles to reach you [18+]
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