Ultramarine -- REWRITTEN

Four. [c.h.] -- REWRITTEN

          It was surprising to me how little people could talk, but how loud their thoughts were. It made sense; a part of you needs to be loud whether that be the mouth or the mind. Even laying on my bed I could hear Harry's jumbled thoughts. He tried occupying himself by swaying or fiddling his fingers that were always held behind his back. He was probably thinking too hard about trying to be still to the point where he couldn't actually concentrate on it.

          Meanwhile, I poked at a forming bruise on my hand. I recalled the moment when I whacked the edge of the metal meal slot that I had tried to escape through the day before. Momentary pain shot up my arm and forced out a hiss of pain from my lips. Immediately I had looked over, and Harry hadn't moved an inch. Thus I stared at him for a few moments with furrowed eyebrows as I was halfway into the decently sized metal opening. His thoughts were obviously too loud for him to hear a shift in movements or something suspicious. I had mixed feelings, for I knew that I could easily slip away, but he also had potential to get me out of the Association himself. No one else had thoughts as loud as his. Everyone else was numb. Was I willing to take that chance? No, of course not. But it didn't matter because I was caught anyway. So I laid peacefully on the cot, because that was all I could do.

          My gaze turned to focus on the back of his head. I pursed my lips, wanting some sort of conversation.

          "Will I ever be experimented on?" I questioned. As expected, he didn't shift or speak. "Wow, thanks for answering. Now I know more than I did before I asked," I hummed. "I just appreciate all of the conversations we have. So, when were you forced to become a Commissioner? Only a few months ago? That's cool. I was brought in about four days ago. Before I was brought here I was the leader of my section. . . Oh, you didn't know that? I also have a younger brother, his name is Leon. I think you'd like him. Both of you are pretty stubborn--"

          "Please stop talking."

          I stopped and sat up, a grin on my face. Even though he wouldn't turn, he spoke! Sure, it was a request to never hear my voice again, but it was something.

          "I've got to say, you're a tough nut to crack. Shall I continue?"

          "If you do, I'll call Aria," he threatened, turning to look me in the eye. His posture softened once we made eye contact, and a slow smirk replaced the grin.

          "Oh, boo hoo, I'm so scared. Go ahead, call her. You'll just prove to her that you're not up for the task."

          "That's false."

          "You couldn't even hear me when I tried to escape, and now you can't get me to shut up," I teased. "Here," I began, standing up from the cot and swiftly walking over to face him. "I'll make it easier for you." His eyebrows lifted, suspicious that I had somehow found a way to break through the forcefield and wrap my hands around his neck. He wasn't afraid though, only cautiously curious. I was completely different from everyone here in every possible way imaginable. I didn't heal as fast as they did, I spoke out of turn when I wanted to, I even walked in a strange way compared to them. And the obvious: my eyes were blue. Yet I could tell that he never wanted to look away. We were inches away from each other. He could easily choke me, but he wouldn't. "You can get me to stop talking right now without even stepping into my chamber."

          Speechless, his lips parted in the hopes that the right words would come out with no thought. For anyone else, they would. But because he needed to think harder to seem normal, nothing came out. He needed to think about what he was going to say next without seeming different from anyone else. Currently, his thoughts were occupied elsewhere. He stared into my eyes for a reason I couldn't pinpoint, and felt dumb because of it. There are so many reasons why people stare into the eye. Silent communication, identifying true feelings, or even just because the color is fascinating. He could've been staring for any of those reasons, and because he was such a complex character that I was still comparing to Brian for the tell-tale signs, I assumed that he was staring for all of those reasons.