voices in the ash

...i cant remember the last time i've heard my name. i can't remember the last time anyone has ever communicated with me. my parents gave me life, but they left me with nothing else. i've spent my life feeling nothing. numb. as the world crumbles around me and succumbs into its misery, i'm left with the feeling of joy. the world is empty, just like me.
until i heard a voice. he looked at me like i was something worth saving, caring about. he doesn't understand. i don't need anyone. i don't want anyone.
he sees hope. i see our ends waiting to embrace us.
and i'm ok with that.