Day 6 - Isolation
She came and sat beside me earlier today. She sat so close that our arms touched. She didn't say anything, so neither did I. To be quite honest, it felt like a relief to feel another human being beside me. The fact that it was her sitting next to me was even nicer.
The darkness is absolute except for the odd times when the guards come to drop off some food. I think it's the moments of half sight though, that are the scariest. In those brief seconds when light is allowed to penetrate our small enclosure our eyes drink in the sights and our brains burn the stark images forever into our minds.
The image of Sydney's pale face with a vivid scar across her cheek as she stood beside me the last time they opened the door will haunt me forever.
But I don't dare ask her how she got the scar. Asking her a personal question would send her bolting away from me.
I've never tried to hide the fact that she fascinates me, even though in my line of work, emotional attachments are best avoided at all costs.
Especially in my line of work.
These half sights though, do much to put us off balance and even heighten the feelings of isolation. It is perhaps easier for us to mentally escape the dire predicament that we are in when we are immersed in the darkness.
It's when I picture her haunted eyes and tangled hair that I can no longer pretend that everything is well.
We may very well die here.
But then she came and sat beside me. I can feel a small amount of warmth from where our arms touch.
I didn't move away and she is still there. I don't think I'm ever going to move from here.