Breathe.
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"Nothing."
He stood there unblinking.
"Feel Nothing. Be Nothing. Don't live just exist."
The wind blew and though others would flinch at it's cold kisses on their exposed skin. He stood there emotionless.
"Emotions are useless. They make you weak. There is no need."
This all he knew. All he ever needed to know.
They had planned his life and everything that he would need to know. This was everything.
BUT
They hadn't planned on her.
Or her promise to teach him how to "Breathe".
Foreword
“Robot?”
Dara took one step towards the figure on the stairs of her little boutique.
“Mannequin?”
A million thoughts were running into her mind as she took a tentative step closer. Black cropped hair, Black jumpsuit cut off at the arms, barefoot. All black. This wasn’t her design! So this couldn’t be a mannequin she had ordered.
She kept pondering what was in front of her. He looked so real but too still to be alive. She gasped.
“Dead?!”
Gathering her courage and willing herself to move.
“No blood” she thought. “Good” she sighed in relief.
Dara, poked the thing on the arm.
*Poke poke*….no response… biting her lip she proceeded to act… *forehead flick* and again there was no response.
“He must be drunk”. She sat on the step next to him and stared at the contours of his face. A bit pale, long eye lashes… very skinny; she noted. He didn’t look very old, maybe 24? Or 25? Tilting her head to get a better glance at him she noticed what appeared to be a barcode peeking out under his short sleeve. Biting her lip, she nudged the sleeve up and saw a barcode, with a serial number ‘8888Kjy’
“What the heck? What a funny looking tattoo.” She breathed and held her breath.
She felt his stare before she saw it. When she looked up and met his gaze guiltily he had already pinned her against the wall.
“Who are you?”
A monotonous voice inquired. No hate. No surprise. No anger. Just a blank face with an empty voice to match it.
“I’m Sandara Park. 23 years old! I know I don’t look that old but I really am. And you see this boutique we’re in front of?” She jerked her side to the right “I own it. I’ve owned it for three years. I promise! I just came to open up shop when I saw you lying on the stairs. Sorry, I touched you!”
She was stuttering. She was so scared.
“Oh my gosh! No, I didn’t touch touch you! She mentally kicked herself.
I mean I just lifted your sleeve up. Ha ha ha pretty cool tatto you’ve got there…” She continued to nervously laugh as she noticed the blank stare just continued.
They were at a stalemate. Dara looking at anywhere but him. And he, looking only at her. Wow, she had never noticed that the bricks were chipped at the corners she’d have to-
“Who are you?” Dara turned her attention but to the man and finally managed to squeak out as brave as she could.
Once again with no emotion on his face or voice. He finally answered her.
“I don’t know”.
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