Dismissal Abyss of Black Nothingness.

Two

Minutes passed by, but it felt like we were sitting there for an hour. We were both silent, he was still sitting in his rigged position. I was watching him not knowing what to say but waiting for him to speak, to tell me how he feels or what led him to do such a thing but he didn't move. It was like he froze or maybe time froze, but either way nothing was happening.

An idea came to my head out of nowhere and I stood as I spoke, "come with me." putting my hand over my bag strap and motioning for him to follow.

He stood up not saying anything and followed.

I led the way mentally preparing myself for this idea, it could work out yea? It probably will because I won't be forcing him to do anything. As we ascended the stairs to the library, I calmed myself down, assuring myself that this will work. It had to.

There was no one at the library, except two librarians eating sandwiches while talking to each other. Possibly gossiping, they gave us a look as we entered but then went back to their conversation.

As I sat down I opened by bag to pull out a notebook and a pen. Still silent he just observed my movements.

                                                                               "THINGS I LOVE"

I wrote in the middle of the last page of the notebook and gave him my pen.

"write something down, anything, just one thing you love." looking at me weirdly, he held the pen and did nothing with it.

"Just one thing." He just sat there not doing anything, and it didn't feel at all like he was being rude. It just felt like he was tired and didn't want to do anything. So, I took the pen and wrote, 

1. Winter. 

on the very first line. Gesturing for him to take the pen from me, he didn't reach out for it, so I tried again.

2. Collarbones.

 "I like collarbones, I think they're kind of sexy" I said trying to lighten the tension that was filling the air, he smiled at me, a light smile and it gave me the push to wait for him. He took the pen and thought for a moment, "what are those things that are-" motioning to his face with his fingers, specifically his nose and cheeks, "they are like these little dots." he continued, realising that I understood what he meant I said, "freckles?" he nodded with a light smile and wrote it down, shrugging his shoulder slightly saying, "I think they are cute.".

It was a start. The list only got 10 things written down, mostly it was me writing random things down and him agreeing or nodding. He stopped me when I wrote angels and replaced it with demons. I was taken back for a moment but didn't show it so that he would feel comfortable to say anything and go on. "aren't demons supposed to be scary?" I said with a small laugh trying to hold in my discomfort with him writing that. He was looking at the word as he spoke, "no, not really. Sometimes they're nice and they fascinate me...make me want to learn more about them, angels are plain and white. Nothing cool happening on with an angel you know?"