She throws herself away from my grasp, panic and fear evident on her face.

"Get away from me!" She shouts, but it comes out as a hoarse rasp. Her throat is dry and dehydrated.

My blood chills and I can't move. The only thing thats moving is the erratic and bone chillingly loud beat of my heart against my ribs.

Eric Meets Mia

Mia POV

The first thing I register is the painful throbbing in my head. The second thing are the voices. Hushed voices.

The doctors. But no, they don't speak with the dull professional monotone of a voice, like usual. There is something strange about it, like I've heard it before.

Then, oddly, the voices stop. A pause. Then something touches my face. But I am so weak I only manage to stir, slowly forcing my eyes to open. The first face I see is staring intently at me. His face is all angles, but in a sort of charming way, I suppose. Something is churning inside of me, and it is like there is some faint tinge of familiarity in the touch. And then I realise that his hand is still touching my cheek, and I jerk away. He might not look like the doctors, but if there is one thing that I have learned, it is to never trust anyone.

"Get away from me!" I gasp, slightly shocked by the ferocity laced in my voice. I see his eyes widen in shock, his lips part to say something but I never find out what it is. I tumble back, losing my balance and falling down onto something hard and flat. It creaks underneath my weight as I turn my head to find out what it is.

Wooden boards. I let out a strangled laugh. It's been so long since I've seen anything besides white tiles and fluorescent lights. Beside me, the last colours are squeezed from the sun and spreading its fine hues across the sky. Some of the rays shine through the window, casting light upon my surroundings.

Three figures. Two standing guarded beside each other a little ways off. One closing in on me. It's the guy from before, I register faintly. He is not approaching me like I am an enemy, more like I am a wounded bird in need of care. But I am not fooled by this false act of innocence.

I stand up shakily and prepare to fight. I am not going to let myself be imprisoned anymore.

My heart starts beating erratically, and I tell myself it is because I am about to fight him. Him. Something hits me hard in the head, and my knees buckle. A hazy vision presents itself in my head. Green. Trees. A man landing on the ground. The distant whisper of a name... Eric...

"Eric..." I repeat, my brows furrowing. That name...

"That's me." A soft voice coos beside me. I jump, backing away from the voice. Too close. He is too close. I can feel my heart beating erratically again.

"You...You're Eric?" I say, before breaking into coughing fits. I didn't realise until now, how dry my throat was.

"Water. Now!" I hear Eric demand sternly, yet softly as to not scare me away.

Seconds later a glass of clear water is shoved into Eric's outstretched hand. A little water swooshes over the edge, creating tiny puddles on the wooden floor.

"Here." He soothes, slipping the glass into my tangled hands lying in my lap.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." Eric says intently. I don't know if it is the way he says it, or if it is just because it's coming from him, but I decide to believe him. I raise my hand slowly, warily. This could be a trap, but right now, all I can hear is the soft calling of water.

"Uhh...We'll leave you two to it." Someone says behind him, clearing his throat. It is another male. Roughly the same age as Eric. A warm feeling spreads through my chest, but it is unlike anything I have ever felt before. He grabs the girl's hand standing beside him, before leading her out, softly closing the door behind him.

Eric POV

It's Mia. I'm sure of it now. The way she furrows her brows and scrunches her nose, when she's concentrating. The way she moves her arms, hands. It's all her.

"Do you remember anything before waking up just now?" I ask her. I feel the same warm feeling spreading through my body, and hear the same warmness in my voice from when she was still alive. Or when she last disappeared. It's all coming back now.

She shakes her head, her long tangled hair moving slightly with her.

"Do you..So you don't remember me?" I ask, trying to mask my pain. It's always been easy before to let the cold facade wash over me, but this is somehow different. It's been so long, and it's taking everything I've got not to go over to her and kiss her. Hold her. Touch her. Just to be near her.

"Yes. No." She frowns, scrunching her nose. A ghost of a smile tugs at my lips at seeing something so familiar spark in her. She looks at me from under her eyelashes. God, her eyes are beautiful.

"What?" She asks, noticing my faint smile.

"Nothing— it's just...you. It's really you." I let out in one breath, surprised by my own words.

"I feel like I know you, but I know, I know there's no way." She contemplates looking at me. Like she is studying me, watching my eyes and face like it is some great mystery.

"What do you remember?" I ask quietly.

"I...'m not sure." She finishes, averting her gaze. I frown. I can see she's lying.

"You don't trust me." I state, but she answers anyway, by nodding submissively. I look away. I can't bear to look at her. It hurts. God, it hurts. To know that she is right in front of me, and that I can't do anything to change the way she feels about me. I can't help but think if everything that we've been through together, has been lost...forever. Or if, deep inside, she still harbours feelings, however small, for me.

"It's okay." I sigh, "We'll get through this together."

Her head snaps to meet my gaze. "No." She says surprisingly coolly, "I'm not going anywhere with you. I just met you, and you're suddenly acting like you've known me forever."

My head feels numb. I've always known how menacing she could be, but it was always towards people she disliked. To know that I was one of those, felt like a hard blow to the head.

"Let me at least get you some new clothes. You can take a shower if you want." I say, suddenly nervous of rejection.

Mia studies me for a long while, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"If I take a shower, I'll do it myself. I don't need any help."

I look at her with a little surprise.

"O-Of course." I say, stuttering a little. Why would she even ask permission to shower by herself?

"And if I see any doctors, I'll run. Judging by the looks you're giving me, I can see you don't want me to."

I stare again, a little confused.

"There are no doctors here, Mia." I say as calmingly as I can.

She winces when I say her name.

"Mia..." She whispers to herself.

"That's your name." I answer.

"You aren't one of them, are you? The doctors, I mean." She questions.

"No. I promise I'm not going to harm you." I add.

"They used to just call me Seven. Mia...is nice." She says quietly, nodding to herself.

There is silence for a long time where she seems to be pondering over something by herself. Having completely forgotten about me, and wrapped up in her own little world. Finally she looks up at be, and I think I see the ghost of a blush on her cheeks when she realises I've been looking at her this whole time.

"Nice to meet you Mia." I smile carefully, reaching my hand out.

She looks at it for a long time, before hesitantly, pressing her hand in mine.

"Nice to meet you Eric."

Hey all,

another update here.

So what do you all think about Mia? Nice? Mysterious? Fragile?

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