Written for tromana for the Paint it Red Stocking Swap 2013. Prompt: A million miles between us.


Jane barely glanced up at the tall brunette as she entered the room. She was dressed in a white lab-coat, so she blended in with the white walls. She was speaking to him, but he didn't care to listen. She didn't understand him. She thought she did, but in reality, the only person who ever understood him was dead.

She spent hours in his locked room, trying to get him to open up, trying to get close to him. He had been there for over a month, but she had yet to cross the seemingly infinite gap that divided them.