The Twin's Downfall | COMPLETED

Day 1470

A visitor I despised the most has entered the vicinity. 

I wrinkled my nose in distaste when I sensed him coming and I grabbed a book from the top of the pile, turning my back to the glass as soon as the doors hissed open to reveal his sallow face and small frame. His cologne filled up the room – making me gag a little at how pungent it smelt – and he took a few steps forward before he stopped. He made no sound as he admired the little space that I was in and I could not wait for him to leave.

"You cannot fill up the walls of your cell with your graffiti," the Warden commented.

The book I had taken was called The Little Prince and I had stopped reading it when I could not stand the way it was written. It reminded me too much of how lonely I was and how trapped I feel in this small space. Furthermore, the presence behind me made me more irritated. I had no interest in speaking to this man, and I did not wish to see his face either. His aura was tainted with death and the colour irked me.

He moved a few steps closer towards the glass. "You're going to terrify your future visitors," he continued on despite my silence. "Why are you obsessed with scribbling these down? What do they mean to you?"

I stayed silent.

"Does it remind you of something?"

I flipped to the next page, wondering what on earth the Little Prince was doing alone on a little planet and his beautiful flower.

"Are they of another language?"

I stared down at the picture that was drawn on the page. It was a nice little drawing – not the artistic kind as it was a personal drawing by the author himself and it gave the Little Prince a face. It gave the Little Prince meaning.

"Do they bring you comfort?"

"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart," I quoted and turned to look over at him. "Do you know what is the true meaning of life?"

He grew excited when I finally answered him.

"The true meaning of life is when you're satisfied with your current achievement – the degree of study that you had slogged through your whole life or your current position in a job that you've dreamt about," he explained and paused. "But you wouldn't know it, would you?"

I stared at him. "Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life: the whole aim and end of human existence," I quoted.

The Warden looked confused at my statement. "Who are you quoting?" he asked.

"Aristotle, the philosopher," I replied. "You humans are so dull."

"Why do you think so?" he asked.

I sighed. "You want to be happy for the sake of being happy, and not for the sake of something else," I quoted. "Why do you dream of getting a good job? Why do you slave through studying for a good degree?"

"To be able to –"

"It is to be happy," I interjected.

His eyes widened in surprise upon realisation.

Before he could speak more, the doors hissed open once more and one of his many men entered to whisper a few words to him. I looked away to stare down at the book, finally getting peace from the nosy Warden. He had been too curious about the scribbling I had down on the floor, walls and ceiling.

He's too nosy and curious.

"Well then, I have pressing business to attend to," he spoke. "Good day."

I said nothing.

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