*Lily's POV*

You know that saying that anyone could change if given the chance? That no matter the circumstance we could always connect with one another in some way because we're all human. We all share the same mind, same skin, same heart...

Well...what if you simply couldn't change? What if your brain was somehow altered to where it would never actually fit in with society no matter how hard you tried?

...Well...that was the case for five year old Lily Mason.

Whenever I was younger, I told you that I lived in an orphanage, correct?...Well, maybe I more told myself because who is actually listening...Anyway-

There had to be a reason I was sent there, right? A way that I managed to get myself in that situation...maybe you're not ready for that...

I saw the image of the pair of eyes in the sky from my dream...maybe I'm not ready for that...

While I was at the orphanage though, they took me to get counseled but, as they saw I was responding less and less with how a normal child should be responding in times of trauma, they decided to search for medical help...and that's when they found the problem.

I remember each detail of the doctor's face as he sat down in front of me on his little wheely chair. He seemed to be...sad if I could say that. That he was really saddened by whatever results he was about to give me and my caretakers.

...He said that there was a part of my brain that was underdeveloped. More specifically-the part where I was to connect with my emotions and have more of a handle on my social skills. Being from the family I was, I was able to understand most of what he said...but still things stuck out.

He showed us the pictures, showing a healthy brain and then my own brain, pointing at which lobe he was most concerned about. He said that he's had patients in the past be able to work through it but...that case hasn't been really researched enough to guarantee it for myself.

I remember after we had left the doctors, one of the ladies that worked there took me aside and told me, "Do not let this inhibit you. Think of it more as a barrier that can be conquered with the grace of God by your side. With Him, anything is possible!"

I think she was a very ambitious lady. She was always saying things like that...but you know, it didn't help her when she got murdered-I'm sorry-'passed away in her sleep'...in a pool of blood.

But of course, instead of being able to keep my condition to myself, people around me slowly began to get the information that somehow I was different. That something was wrong with me. They would ignore me, sit elsewhere during lunch, grow a safe distance from 'that freak'. It was fine though-most of those kids weren't going anywhere anytime soon and so that meant that if I had really wanted to, I could've tortured them for days on end...

But then, as this was noticed by my caretakers, they sent me off to go to a normal public school. And from there, I grew up within the orphanage till I reached of age, went to college, and you know where that ends. But...my little issue never left me.

I couldn't even feel angered or sad about the way the kids treated me all those years. I couldn't cry over the death of one of the caretakers. I couldn't take joy in anything I did... I mean, I even had to kill to see if something would click!

...But even then, killing can only satisfy one for so long before it becomes another task, right?...I don't know what that man thinks of me...I don't know what he sees in me that he feels deserves to be around their crew...

All I am is a some mistake the universe decided to send on its way. Something that was corrupted and never to be part of anything. This world belonged to the dreamers, the thinkers, the lovers...it didn't have room for someone like me-

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!" I blinked out of my thoughts and looked to the door.

"...Yes?" I asked the closed door.

"...Everything alright?"

I nodded...then realized he couldn't see my nod. "I'm fine Wilford."

"If you were fine then your door wouldn't be locked!" He chuckled mildly.

"..." I got up and went to the door, unlocking it and letting him open the door.

He smiled gently. "Hey there~"

I just nodded and went to go sit on the bed. He decided to just nod and sit across from me. There was silence. "Are you satisfied?"

He looked up. "Hm?"

"Are you able to believe I'm fine?"

Wilford paused before nodding. "...Why did you leave? You weren't mad that we got killed, were you?" he asked jokingly.

I shook my head. "I guess...there's only so much gaming I could do..." I nodded, trying to confirm that for myself.

If Wilford saw through that, he didn't comment about it. Instead, he just commented, "Fun game, isn't it? You probably had the biggest grin on your face blowing up people." He chuckled and sighed lightly, looking down at his feet.

I nodded. "Yeah...it was interesting to say the least."

He glanced over to me. "Just interesting?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, it was only just something that gamers have enjoyment in. I couldn't really be connected for all that long since, you know, it wasn't real."

He nodded and looked down. He shakes his head. "You just can't admit you were happy, can you?"

I blinked at this statement and attempted to laugh. "I'm sorry, you thought I was happy? Now that is ridiculous-"

"You were smiling, laughing, make crude comments with me and the others. You collaborated-"

"Because I didn't know what the hell I was doing-"

"But you didn't have to stay." He looked up to me. "Why do you think it's so wrong to have fun? Even just a little?? To be relaxed for a few moments in this world that we are in. We don't always have to be different!"

I stared at him as he stared back, him not backing away from this. It seemed...he had been thinking about this more than just the few minutes I was away...

I sighed. "Wilford...I'm not like you-"

"Stop. Saying. That."

I blinked at his new tone. "Wh-"

"That. Right there." He pointed to my lips as if condemning whatever was about to come out next. "You aren't different."

Once again, I blinked, feeling a slight chill travel through me. I squinted my eyes at him. "You don't know that."

He nodded. "Oh yes-I do." He got up. "In fact-I am so certain that I would even bet my own life that you aren't different in the way that you think you are!"

I stared at him. "Then I hope you are planning to lose your life very soon..."

He glared at me, annoyed. "Argh! What makes you think you are so different?!" he asked angrily. He began pacing. "You laugh, you smile, you think, you believe, you have emotions scream through you at points!" He turned to me. "YOU AREN'T DIFFERENT!"

I simply kept my stare at him as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his breath. "Are you done?"

He stared at me for a little longer before placing a hand through his hair, chuckling lowly. "Still not convinced, huh?...Don't worry...one day I'll show you." He looked back up to me. "I'll reveal you for who you really are and then we'll be able to connect more, alright?"

For his sanity...I nodded. "...I can't make any promises Wilford..."

He nodded. "I know...I know..." He approached me and before I could figure out what was happening-he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

I tried to escape his bear hug but, alas, he wouldn't let me go. "Wilford!"

"I don't care if you don't believe-I'm gonna squeeze the living back into you if that's what it takes!"

I began struggling with him as his hold got tighter. "I-I think it's the other w-way around Wilford!"

I felt him pause. "Well...maybe I'm the one crazy enough to even try, huh?" He tightened his grip and I tried to fight him off throughout.

"Get off of me!"

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*???'s POV*

"Mhm. Yep, she's still with them... No, hasn't made any moves to get away...Besides the roof barricade, I don't really know-...wait a second." I looked through my binoculars again to find Wilford hugging her close and her struggling to get away. I grinned. "Seems like our boy has grown a liking to her...Yes." I hung up the phone and watched from far off as he was merely smiling and trying to get her to stay still.

What a cute little moment...One they would probably add to the list of things to remember...that is-I whipped out my blade-If given the chance.

I chuckled darkly to myself and fell back. Going to begin taking more...notes on the two of them.