While Leo craved nothing more than escaping the world of Oceania, fear held him firm to the repetitive lifestyle he was stuck in. Sleep had evaded him once more that night, and with his features gaunt, he reassured his coworkers it was merely due to a lack of food as his constant worry of being turned in for a face crime constrained him from admitting the problems racking his mind. Unlike the past few days, Leo had ran out of excuses of how he could get out of this night's executions. He could only hope that he would be able to control his emotions, and suffer through the events he did not wish to see. All he had was the inner pleading that he would find some way or any way to get out of the miserable conditions he was currently in.

As his dull and dreary work day ended quicker than he hoped, he filed out of the building and onto the streets to see the slaughtering of a far grander amount of faces. He could sense the rising blood thirst in those who surrounded him. Keeping near the edge of the gathering crowd, he couldn't help but almost find his own self being pulled into the clamor that his fellow proles were growing toward. All they wanted was death whether it be of a rebel or not, and what kept the young male from making any move toward freedom was the fear that he too would be one person on that stage. Caught up in the rebellious fever, the line of proles upon the stage all had been planning an escape when their neighbors snitched to the thought police. Now, they lined up in torn clothing with tear stained cheeks as they awaited to be slaughter before a mass of their fellow citizens' who wanted them dead more than the government did.

Although instead of focusing his attention upon the people before him awaiting their death, his eyes instantly caught upon a female he hadn't seen before. Her features were hypnotizing, and while the first victim was mutilated before the keen audience, Leo's eyes dare not leave her figure. His eyes took their time in memorizing her features whether it be the way her long hair rested on her shoulders or the fact that he had never seen skin so fair. Within his chest, he felt his own heart began to beat in a faster rhythm. Something about the female just feet away from him was so captivating that the screams of joys from his fellows comrades seemed to fade into the background. It was as if a scene from a cheesy romance flick, but for Leo, he knew nothing about romance, or of love. The feeling occuring within him weren't ones he was ever to feel. A mix of infatuation, interest, and even lust were evident upon the male, and he had no chance of hiding the desire that flickered upon his visage.

However with the loud crash from a rebel attempting escape, he couldn't help but turn away long enough to see what the sudden and violent sounds from the crowd were about. The interruption was just long enough for the female to have disappeared from his sight. He turned his head from side to side in desperation in hopes just catch the sight of the female once more, but he was blessed with more. As the crowd settled down to watch the nearly escaped rebel die the same fate as his comrades before him, Leo felt a smooth hand slipped into his own. Her delicate fingers moved to interlock with his, and at that moment, Leo would have sworn her fingers were made to intertwine with his. The lady of which he had been watching was by his side, and as it seemed that the noise of the crowd was deafened by the sound of his heart beating erractically at a touch he had never received, his eyes locked onto hers. His attention only holding upon her as she says one sentence to him while the sensation of paper scratched his palm.

"All hail Big Brother."

The phrase stunned him for a moment, and disgust entered him momentarily until an assumption that she was trying to protect them from the police crossed his mind. His hand squeezed the female's hand before repeating the same words. The smile upon her lips was all he needed, and as the execution ended, their secret display of illegal affetion abruptly was cut short. Leo let his hands tighten upon the piece of paper of which he was handed, and made his way home. It was another night where rations were the last thing he could care about. He instantly went into his bed of which he read a simple handwritten sentence: "May we be something more than all of this." The mere thought of what they could be was enough for hope to once again instill in him. Her petite figure and her stunning eyes were all he could picture, and it would be the driving force for him to even begin desiring to break from the normal. Would he be willing to risk his life for the mere ability to hold her in his arms? He didn't know what the feeling in his heart was, but he it made him excited and made him feel more alive than Big Brother had ever made him.