Ever since I was able to remember, I had been empty if but if I had to say, my parents' expression was the most memorable thing I remembered.

I remembered they looked like they had given up on something. The light in their eyes were faint and with those eyes, they looked at me.

I was too young to understand their expression but I knew something was wrong.

Later did I know, the fault was within me.

Growing up, I began to understand that something was wrong with me.

I… was different.

And it didn't necessarily a good thing.

I noticed… when someone were 'happy', they smiled. Cry when they were 'sad' and being mad when they felt 'angry'.

Happy…

Sad…

Angry…

I didn't have those… um, feelings.

I never knew them.

At that time, I realized the truth.

I was weird.

I was different.

I… was empty.

My parents avoided me and tried to hide me as much as possible. The kids on my age never regard me as someone worth to play with.

Only then I understood the meaning of their expression.

Life was… inconvenient.

So I began to study and observing.

At the age of six, I started to study human psychology, expression and behaviours.

At the age of eight, I tried to put these into practice.

I saw changes.

I saw my parents happy. They were not even trying to hide me anymore and my peers started to interact with me. I was not bullied.

Life was much, much easier if I showed emotions. It did not matter whether I could truly felt them or not. It would be fine as long I put on this facade.

However, when I was twelve, my parents were caught in an accident. They died.

Unsurprisingly, it did not bother me when I heard the news but the act should go on so I cried. I let the transparent liquid fall onto my cheeks. I showed them sorrow.

Even though I did not feel anything.

Since I did not have any relatives, I was put into the orphanage. Nothing really changed.

Quickly after that, I attended the middle school, then high school and university. I took psychology as my major and graduated as the best student with my degree.

I did not immediately entered the workforce.

One day, I heard a man was looking for me. It seemed he was a lawyer so I met him. He told me that my parents had actually left me with a fortune. It wasn't that much but I could live lavishly without ever working with the fortune.

I received it without much complain and searched for an apartment to live alone and started a part-time job at the convenience store nearby. I did not spend the fortune anymore than that.

For my own convenience, I gradually cut off my connections with my 'friends' I made during my study. They never truly cared about me anyway so why would I spend anymore effort with them?

Living by myself was better. I did not need to put on a mask all the time. Even though I had been doing that for years, it would be lie if I said it did not tire me out.

I still had to wear the facade at my work but I made sure to put my co-workers at a certain distance. I would not make them to close to me or made them felt awkward around me.

For three years, I kept this lifestyle. For sure, I stayed the same and did not change.

Still a living empty husk.

Though never did I expect… my life would change in the most unexpected way.

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