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The wind blew in cold gusts atop the Tower roof. His hair swayed before his deep green eyes, which were staring intensely at the girl at his side. Her vivid purple eyes remained fixed on the white sky hanging low above them, her iridescent colorless hair waving in the breeze. He had the strong desire to take her by the shoulders and violently shake her, as if that would make her understand the consequence of her thoughtless action.

"I don't understand you at all," he finally said after a long pause. His voice sounded weak and defeated against the harsh contrast of the gusting wind around them. She said nothing. Her smooth white skin glistened in the winter daylight, her pale eyelashes unmoving. Her eyes no longer contained the look of deep and complex thought, but appeared as though they were slightly glazed over and absent of anything.

Noticing this, he added blandly, "You don't make any sense." When she didn't respond, he sighed and began to walk away, assuming that she was undergoing one of her lethal silent spells. He was stopped only a few feet away from her when she began to speak once more.

You are right, she said. I don't.

Puzzled and slightly annoyed that she continued to persist on remaining so mysterious, he turned to look at her. She hadn't moved a centimeter. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded, already impatient with her.

For a split second, he thought he saw her flinch in the slightest movement, but it happened so fast he couldn't determine if it had been his imagination or not. Slowly, in a dream-like manner, she turned to face him, her eyes reflecting the same blank expression she had worn always.

I mean I don't make sense. It seemed as though a bitter laugh passed through her eyes, though no sound was made and her mouth hadn't moved. Why do I exist? What is the purpose of me standing before you? Answers to these questions I have none. Where I can possibly find these answers is unknown to me.

Her powerful gaze penetrated into his skin, as though a blade had sunken into his chest. She seemed to be waiting for him to answer, but he had nothing to give. The silence pulsed through the air, knocking away the choice of not responding. Finally, he remarked awkwardly, "Well, does anyone really know the answers to those questions? I have no purpose either."

Again, there was a sudden flash in her eyes. This time it looked like amusement. Her facial expression, was immobile as she related, Yes you do. You know what it is. Don't deny that you have a purpose. You revealed it to me earlier. A knowing look and a smirk was revealed in her eyes, though he didn't understand how it was possible that he could even see that.

A confused expression passing over his features, he opened his mouth to respond, but found he had no comeback to her utterly true remark. "I . . . ," he began, but couldn't form coherent words on his pale green lips. Finally, after a moment of stumbling over his own thoughts, he replied, "Why do I even care? Go ahead, jump off the roof. I don't give a shit."

He turned to make his signature exit, but she stopped him in his tracks. Instead of prolonging their normal conversations with her long silences and eerie disregard, she responded straightaway, as if in contempt, though her voice brushing against his mind maintained its even calmness. Why do you care? That is a good inquiry indeed. Why would you, a cold and broken creature, care enough to reveal his pitiful life story to a complete stranger? Why is it that though I have given no information about myself to you, you continue to expose your entire self to me? I am not the only one who does not make any sense. I believe it true that you would not care if I decidedly fell to the ground below, yet you are a creature I cannot understand. Why do you still allow me to be here? Why?

The breeze picked up slightly, blowing more of his green hair into his forest eyes. With his back turned to her, his fists clenched, the veins in his wrists becoming stained and enlarged. His head was lowered, and his muscles throughout his body tightened. "You want to know why?" he whispered in a low, angry voice. "You really want to know?" He turned towards her, his eyes no longer visible under the shadow cast across his face. "Maybe I'm tired of holding everything inside! Maybe I needed someone to talk to! Maybe you remind me of – !" He stopped short, his voice raised to a high volume. His chest moved up and down in deep breaths, his breathing rate quickened by anger.

Suddenly, he dropped to the ground, water from the snow surrounding him spreading throughout his clothes. His knees pulled close to him, he held his head low, encased in his hands covering his face. Sobs emitted from his wiry figure. The picture held within the girl's reflective purple eyes was that of complete defeat and hopelessness. It was the first time she could feel his sincere grief, not tainted by bitterness, but truly from the core of his heart, his entire storage of pent-up sorrow and heartache spilling out.

Almost tiredly, the girl came to his side and knelt next to him, unexpected to both him and her. He continued to mourn in anguish, as she looked upon him silently. The fluttering of feathers was heard from above as several birds of black flew across the cloudy, white sky.

And for a moment, he didn't feel so alone anymore.

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