-II

Again, a lonely night to spend in this cell.

His eyes solely fixed on that small closed window. Cold... he thought. But again, how can he feel cold—any emotions? No, he isn't supposed to do so; instead, he has to act like an animal who doesn't feel any pain. Can it really be possible, that a person can't feel anything? Is it possible that a person can't feel a heart at all? This is what he thinks all night to himself while being chained to that not-so-comfortable wooden chair with shackles. Alone he is, like he deserves to be... according to them.

When he showed no humanity, then why should they? But... was this really the way to everything? Why not just kill him? Alas, no! He has to be treated first, then killed. Ridiculous people, he muttered in the darkness.

Tick-tick-tick... The sound of that horrible old clock in solitary confinement.

Horrible, very, very horrible, this small cell is—without any contact with others, without doing anything, just being chained with shackles. Who says people can be treated here? He can swear that even a normal person would go insane here, but why would they listen to him? Ridiculous people. Indeed.

Lost as usual in his messy musings, when sleep came, he never knew.

Continuously looking at the clock on the cell wall, it's almost past 10 a.m.

Where is she—the doctor? This was the only thing he thought about that entire day.

Ah, huh! Will he accept that he, an animal, has started to feel things? No! He won't. He can't. It's not what he is supposed to do. He is supposed to be just like that animal they call him, think of him as.

But... why? Why didn't she come today? Is she gone too? Left him... like others did?

Hmm, muttering to himself like he always does. Does he have anyone to talk to? Huh! No. Of course, he would talk to himself... For how long? No one knows.

Tuesday, 11 November. The calendar red.

His foot tapping continuously, waiting for his doctor—for her to come. The only one who never called him by that name... "Animal."

His greenish eyes focused on that housefly on his hand. His gaze intensely intense... Yes, intense because it feels tempting to... kill it. Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! The only thought resonating in his ears.

His head nodding slightly on its own as if an indication of "yes" to his own thoughts, to that resonating voice that's making him insane right now... like he is.

Krrrr... The sound of the door being opened broke his intense mess of thoughts. He is brought back to the present. The tension earlier, of deciding to kill that ridiculous housefly, gone by... her presence.

"Hi, Cein—" she was cut off by his harsh words. "I have a name?" His eyes darkening further more. "I have indeed a name—'Animal.' So why call my name wrong... Doctor?" The ending word laced with sarcasm.

"But I like Cein more," she pauses, "it's beautiful, just like your eyes." Her gaze soft as ever on his hard one.

"Dumb doctor is obsessed with my—... psycho's eyes?" Silence all around, all of a sudden. The question feels heavy, just like his heart... indeed heavy.

"Um... well, yes, kind of, you can say that. But look, you have gotten such a beautiful name, eyes, but me? I've got nothing... I'm not beautiful, sure that is." A soft chuckle leaves her mouth, almost defensive.

A scoff she heard from him. Yeah, his usual sarcastic nature.

"That's true, you know... Well, too bad for you... doctor." His eyes straight locked with her soft ones. His gaze again and again moving to that bandaged finger of her. The bruise given by him that day. But something was there that she saw—it was a lie, everything a lie. He is a big liar. He never meant any of those harsh words said to her.

Her mouth twitches into a smile, her head slightly tilting in a no. She looked up at him, her smile never faltering even for a moment... for him. She replied, "Indeed... Cein."

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