Curious. Knowledge is Power // Peter Ballard x reader // mlm

For 5 years I have been 019. I'd had a life beforehand; friends, hobbies, classes. I didn't remember any of that now though. I did have dreams; dreams of ice-cream on a hot summer day, of laughter in the middle of the night, the wind lifting the back of my shirt as I rode down the street with my friends. I could never connect names to faces though, and nothing ever made much sense or showed me how I ended up here.

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'Do you want me to walk you to the Rainbow Room? You're close enough to walk there alone if you wish.'
I opened my mouth to say I would go alone, but I hesitated when I looked back up at him. There was something about the way he was looking at me that made me reconsider my answer. I wasn't sure why.
'Um, yeah, okay,' I said, nodding my head slightly. We continued on, his footsteps matching up with my own. Out of everyone trapped in this institute, Peter was always the most understanding. The least controlling. Had any other orderly or guard found me in the halls alone, I would have been questioned, ridiculed. I don't know what made him so different to them. He had the same duties, was expected to act the same as the other staff, but I knew there was something going on behind that white uniform and perfect posture.