His Sin ✔️

THREE

Word Count: 1506

¬Amolet

Lev holds his bag of chips toward me, waiting for me to delve my hand in before he pulls it back.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, you've only been working there a week," he mutters while I eat. I sigh through my nose, recalling my rather embarrassing confrontations with Cian recently. Every night I have attempted conversation with him, tempting him to speak, although he hasn't done so yet, not even gracing me with a glance.

It's made me wonder if there's actually anyone in there, like Renna personally theorises. However, I can't quite grasp that idea...I mean, he's a Sin, he cannot be killed so easily, nor lose his state of mind. He's simply ignoring me.

But I'm not going to give up.

"I know," I breathe, the tips of my bare toes brushing up against the surface of the water beneath me. "I just feel like it's my duty to reach out to him."

Lev and I often drive a few miles out of the city to a nearby lake to escape the bustle of the city and to relax in nature. We have been doing this since we were in school, bring snacks down, mostly at night to stare at the stars and share what we desire in life. Recently we haven't been able to do it, with both of us being so busy.

"And you have. But at the end of the day it's just a job, and he put himself in that situation. You don't owe him anything," Lev reminds me, laying back against the wooden dock. I join him, looking up at the glittering canvas of the night sky.

"Doesn't it make you wonder why he did it? Put himself in that situation?" I question into the air.

I'm not sure what it is about this man that has fascinated me so much. There are plenty of patients who cannot speak, yet Cian has taken my interest. Perhaps it's because he is powerful, and he made a choice to enter the facility. I could never imagine living there willingly.

Lev turns his head to look at me, the silvery blue of his eyes similar to the way the stars glimmer. "He's a Sin, he probably knows he's insane."

"No one at work talks about him," I note. Except Renna, of course, although only mentions him in passing. Everyone else likes to pretend he doesn't exist, avoiding the conversation whenever I bring it up. "They like to pretend he doesn't exist."

"Maybe you should too," he offers, smiling at me lightly. "I'm only saying that because you seem so troubled by him."

"I'm not. I'm just curious," I tell him. I'm used to telling Lev everything, relying on him to hear me out and make sense of everything. This time, though, I don't want to hear him rationalise this, already know it's unreasonable that I'm so drawn to him. Cian must have realised that by now, since everyday this week I've approached his cell and tried to communicate with him to no avail.

He nudges me in the side, making me jump. "Do you need more friends or something?"

"No, you're all I need, Lev," I giggle. And I mean it. Lev has been my main friend for so long, and I adore him. Even if I never found my mate, as long as I have him as a friend, I would be happy. I truly hope the same goes for him.

"Good. This guy isn't worth worrying about," he jokes, although I sense he means it. And maybe he is right.

***

I walk down the dark hallway, book tucked under my arm.

Evening has approached, my shift almost over at the facility. As usual, perfectly on time, I wander down the hallway, glancing into the cells I pass by. Today, I'm taking a different approach to my meetings with Cian, deciding that I'm not going to be able to get him to speak with just me. I need to lure him into, make him trust me.