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I had grown accustomed to the numbing pain of loneliness, the quiet agony of knowing Ellie was gone forever, beyond my reach.
The cruel cacophony of silence was my reality now.
Every noise was an echo of memories — the jingle of the guards’ keys, the distant chatter of prisoners, the ever-present hum of the prison’s security system.
I had become indifferent to the world around me, an automaton in an unchanging routine.
So, when the familiar sound of the cell door scraping against its frame echoed in my chamber, I didn’t bother looking up.
Another tray of bland food, no doubt.
The aroma was never enticing; the meals always had this sterile, processed nature about it, void of any warmth or flavor.
It was as if the food itself was a reflection of my state of mind: bland, cold, and devoid of any real essence.
But as the steps neared me, there was something subtly different.
These weren’t the heavy, purposeful strides of the guards. These were more delicate, uncertain — cautious even.
And then came a sensation I hadn’t felt in a while.
A gentle touch.
A soft hand on my shoulder that sent shockwaves through my system.
The sensation was familiar, yet forgotten, like a long-lost melody now being played again.
It carried with it an electric charge, pulsating through my very core.
An energy that beckoned my heart to hope again.
Instinctively, I turned, my eyes darting upwards.
My heart caught in my throat, choking out all logic and reason.
“Ellie...”
It was as if the universe had stopped.
Before I could process the reality, my arms had encircled her, pulling her close, cherishing the warmth that seeped through her.
The rustle of her clothes, the soft sigh that escaped her lips, the pounding of two hearts racing in perfect harmony — these were the sounds that filled the room.
Sounds I had yearned for in my darkest moments.
Relief, joy, disbelief — they coursed through me in overwhelming waves.
The softness of her skin against mine, the warmth of her breath on my neck, the tender pressure of her arms around my waist — every sensation was a testament to the reality of the moment.
My Ellie was here, real and alive.
Yet, even as I reveled in this unexpected reunion, a shadow loomed over the moment.
Pulling away slightly, my gaze drifted past Ellie, landing on the all-too-familiar figure of the Supervisor.
He leaned casually against the door frame, an enigmatic smile on his lips.
A smile that was all too reminiscent of our previous encounter.
