Connected

Connection

"I-i said i'm fine. It's been an hour now. We need the test results..i want full data on whoever walked inside this museum and who walked out. Well? Don't just stand there! Get fucking moving!" She yelled, clearly agitated. The last words send policemen flying in all different direction. Each saying orders here and there. Checking the security cameras, looking at the paintings for data. Asking the locals. There was no evidence to be found. Not even a piece of hair. Nothing.

Valentino followed Rosetta around, tailing her every move. Watching her closely. His hands were in his pockets by now, fiddling with the thread attached to the inner pocket. He just had to wait for the right moment. She can't see him but he needed her to be alone. He carried on following after her, watching her become agitated, paranoid.

Rosetta felt uneasy, she didn't know where to step for some reason. As if she could feel someone watching over her. She could smell a sort've cold air, almost like morning rain. She could also feel a cold breeze everywhere she walked, hear a whisper every time she spoke. The guilt was getting to her.

"Shit.." She whispered, walking behind the museum. She dived her hand into her pockets, grabbing her pill bottle and shook it open, taking out two pills and swallowing them. Valentino and standing in front of her, tilting his head at the sudden actions from the female.

Rosetta hugged her knees, she buried her face into the fabric of her trousers and took small breaths. She clearly wasn't the same person in the museum, she just carried on trying to calm herself down, she could feel someone beside her, waiting, watching. Of course, that was Valentino. He was examining her, looking at the dried mascara on her red cheeks. He leaned in and touched the side of her cheek, it was hot from the warm tears she cried a few minutes ago. Rosetta flinched, shrieking slighting when she felt such a cold touch.

He could do two things. Kill her mentally, or physically..if that even was possible.

He didn't get to live like her, thats it. It was game over for him but why did she get to live on? It was unfair. Six lives gone. Everything gone. He wasn't just going to let that happen.

Valentino squatted beside her, placing the strand of black hair behind her ear. "Listen here you brat. I'll kill you." He whispered, the intimidation in his voice clearly showed that he meant it. His quiet and calm personality was almost engulfed in the anger he had for her. His green eyes were filled with malice.

Rosetta's eyes widened, she placed her hands over her ears, closing her eyes. It was like she could hear faint voices. She felt cold. The guilt was eating her alive. "I-i didn't w-want to do it! I-it wasn't my fault!! P-please..i-i had no choice.." She whispered, trying to console herself. Her heart ached with the guilt, she began breathing heavily but soon after, Valentino did the same thing. He could feel her pain. He could feel the guilt circling her mind. "W-why am i-i feeling y--" he soon stopped. He remembered when she copied him when he cried

They were connected.

It explained everything, why she could feel his touch, why she reacted when he followed her. Why he was feeling her pain by now, but why was he connected to her? Why not the physician or someone completely different?

There were so many unanswered questions that he needed to be enlightened by. Who was she? Why did she look at him specifically? Who ordered her to kill him? Why was he connected to her? It annoyed him that he got himself stuck in this.

He thought life after death was meant to be peaceful but this was far from peaceful, it was tiresome but this time no one can hear you.

You only have your thoughts.

Thats it.

How do you survive?