Xavier's POV
I see her.
Standing by the sidewalk, watching the woman being taken away by the guards.
She starts to crush her water bottle, I think without realizing it.
I see relief wash over her face, but then a yearning look, so desperate I could swear she's actually feeling something, an emotion.
Then it quickly disappears, replaced by the same blank, composed look everybody around here wears.
But not me.
And sometimes not her, sometimes she rids herself of the same old blank mask everyone seems to have glued to their face and she actually feels something.
I can't stop thinking about her.
When our skin came into contact, that deep look in her eyes...
Her own anger on her face, as the woman was dragged away.
I can't tell if she notices it yet, but I do.
I notice her, but does she even think about me?
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Rupture
Science FictionIn a futuristic society, Angelica has always accepted the dull, blank life of no emotions. Emotions have been outlawed, due to the fact that they "can interfere with productiveness and lead to much trouble." America has come to believe that a world...
