Empty
Sad eyes, flat expression and a lot of pain.
Leopold Fitz was not a good man. He was a doctor, but he didn't save people, in fact, he destroyed every person and inhuman who got in his way to the top.
But it felt weird. It wasn't him, but he was unable to stop.
Anger, pain and hate, three feelings that drove him completely.
He didn't remember why, he only knew that someone had been taken away from him.
Memories of a lost love, the kind of love that broke the barriers of the universe. He remembered a girl, smart and funny with a soft English accent. But that was it. He knew that something was wrong, a part of him missing from the whole picture.
He woke up every morning with massive pain and frustration, but it wasn't physical, it was all in his mind. Without even realizing it, he missed the days of happiness, the days where he didn't feel lost, empty and cold, the days where he had his lost love, the one he missed without knowing exactly why, A broken dream that at least he never dreamed there.
In the nights, he dreamed about the same girl, little images flashing through his mind while he was sleeping. She was jumping out of a plane, then he saw water and heard her screaming his name, a blue planet with two moons, he saw himself immersed in a pile of rocks with her in his arms, not wanting to let go. And he remembered every kiss, the day he kissed her in their lab feeling the taste of pure love on her lips. Another kiss in front of the universe and then he recalled the time they kissed and became one.
And every time before he woke up, some words came like the soft brush of a feather, comforting him and encouraging the fact that he could be better.
"You became the most open, loyal, caring person I've ever met."
He only wished that those words were true.