EVELYN (ON HOLD)

7 ~ The Feeling of Rain

"Every time I look at a keyboard, I see U and I are always together." --- (I don't remember)

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Suddenly he get's up and walks up to me.

And he looks like he's afraid.

It startles me. I wonder what's in his mind - what could make a man like him, afraid?

He looks at me, scared and vulnerable.

'Get out?' he whispers.

'Get out of where?' he asks. He's afraid of the answer, I can tell.

'Your room. I want to get out of your room,' I tell him.

And just like that, all the fear in his eyes is gone.

And he laughs.

He laughs like he's not really happy. His laugh is like he's relieved. Reassured. Consoled.

He swipes his hand through his bronze-brown curls and smiles at me.

I glare at him.

Murderer.

'Let's go.'

He leads the way out of the room. But then he literally drags me back inside.

'What is it?' I ask, irritated.

He walks to a stand on a corner of his room and picks up a large, long burgundy coat and hands it to me.

'Put it on,' he says, and I shrug the coat on.

It's so soft and comfortable I don't think I ever want to take it off. It's smells like him, though, and that is the best reason for me to despise it like I despise him.

Deeply.

We walk out of his room together and the guards are now back in their positions, staring into nowhere. It's actually really hard to determine an exact place where they stare.

We walk just down the corridor from his room and he pulls out a silver, shiny key and unlocks the room.

It's exactly like his, except instead of all the red things, it's dark purple. And I hate myself for liking it.

'You can leave now,' I say to him. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I roll my eyes.

And push him out.

And then I slam the door in his face.

I look down at the doorknob and see the little button that I can press for the lock. And I know that there's no way I'd ever press it.

Because being locked up is something I've come to loathe. I shudder at the memory of the cell I was kept in and my hatred for Archer returns, even though he's not the one who took my life away from me.

But then again, he got a job here, which means he agrees with their ways, practices and ideas. He's become a part of them.

I sigh and walk to my bed. I see a strange sort of flash on the bed and I follow the ray to see something that has my stomach feeling wild.

A window.

I walk to the window, scared of what I might see. But then I take a deep breath, nod and push apart the curtains.

And my breath is taken away.

I see trees. So, so many trees. Their colour is so vibrant together, so fresh. The sky. It's so, so large. The sky is it's own colour of blue that cannot be described in one word. So huge and enormous and I just want to fly up there into that vast space and stay there among the fluffy grey clouds that seem to be invading and covering the colour of the sky. I watch as the whole sky slowly turns into a beautiful grey. And then, something wonderful and strange happens.