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Experiment 00Yixing could have been a doctor. He could have saved people who would go on to improve the world. He could have given back to the country he came from.
Yixing could have been a musician. His fingers could have pressed on ivory keys and made melodies for people all over to hear. He could have created something to make life hurt less for someone out there.
Yixing could have fell in love with a beautiful woman or handsome man. He could have lived an enjoyable life in a house he bought himself, rather than in stark white rooms and halls.
Yixing could have been something, and that was what made Yifan angry.
He had no concern for his own life, his own hopes and dreams, or anything he could have become. He didn’t find any of that important anymore. He wanted Yixing’s happiness to higher than his own. He wanted Yixing to live outside of those cold walls, and go home.
Maybe it was selfish. Yifan knew with his whole heart that Yixing wouldn’t be safe outside of the facility. Yixing wasn’t human anymore, and those people would know. Yixing was safer inside those walls than outside them, but Yifan knew one thing: his mind was a wreck from staying so secluded.
Yifan was never aware of love after entering the facility. He believed all humans could be was angry, or evil, or sadistic. It wasn’t until meeting Yixing, and bringing that dimpled smile to his face, that he believed humans could be two things: good or evil.
Yixing was good. Yixing was the embodiment of good.
Yifan’s mother tried to be good. Overall, she was good. She tried to save him from the grabbing hands of those doctors, and she cried upon losing her son to men of science.
Everyone else was evil.
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