Elliot is strange. He can sense emotions, and feel them.
No one knows his secret, not even his best friend, Sierra.
But what happens when he meets a man that has no emotions? What will he do?
Well get them back, obviously.
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"I don't know what it's like, to feel. I only know touch, I don't know emotions."
He could feel his heat sink at his words. A sudden pain stabbed through his chest. He didn't know what he was doing until he was doing it. He reached out and grabbed the man's hands. He felt the cool metal of the left one and the warmth of the right. "Look at me." He whispered, and watched as the man's eyes snapped up to his, sending a shiver up his spine, but he ignored it. "Stop trying to push away emotions, because I know that's what you're doing. You are not just half of man. You are not worthless. You may not have a heart, but you are alive. Stop existing. Live." He looked into his clear eyes, one blue, one red, gripping tighter to his hands and pulling them closer to himself. "How does this make you feel?"
He could have sworn he saw tears in the man's eyes. "Loved."