Beast shifted awkwardly in his seat, humming to himself just to try to get rid of the awkward mood.
H merely glanced at him with a smile that made the Organic's cheeks turn a bright red.
"So...do you want to get something to eat or what...?" he asked to break the silence.
"Sure thing...but maybe we could talk a little bit more too..." she let out a small laugh that actually caused him to smile. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.
"So H....why the sudden change of heart?"
"No reason in particular. Just felt like now was a great time to get to know someone a bit better since it seems like no one is ever interested in talking to me."
The Mechanical took a quick glance at the rainy, dull world outside and saw a glint of girl that kept following her. She quickly looked away and smiled at Beast.
"No I'm not!" he protested, putting his hands in front of his face. "CAN WE GET SOME BACON AROUND HERE?!" he yelled.
"You are!" she laughed then.
"Please stop talking." He asked.
She frowned, ready to retaliate, yell at him, tell him he was an idiot and she just wanted to get rid of him and that reflection.
He must have seen the look of rage in her face as his eyes widened. "Look....I'm gonna go." he didn't say anything else as he rushed out.
H slammed her hand on the table. Some people turned to look at her but with one glare she made them turn back to whatever they were doing.
"It isn't going to be easy is it? Getting rid of you?" she asked rather coldly as she yanked her jacket from the spot next to her, rushing outside to the cold world outside.
Izzy sank down against the dark wall. She was slightly used to being so far away from where she wanted to be. She bit on her lip, hoped to stop herself from crying. Why was she here? Why did that monster take her place? She banged her fists on the wall once more, crying out for someone that would not come.
Finally, when night came H fumbled with her sketchbook, and headed off to bed. She once again looked over the pictures that she had drawn and looked at them with a bit of shock. On her sketchbook there were the pictures she had drawn of Beast and her reflection. Together. Shaking her head she tossed the sketchbook aside, jumping into bed and covering her head with the sheets as she yearned for a way to feel sane once more.
Why is it so hard to find your place?
To find where you fit in?
To find out why it happened to me?
I'm so scared in this place....
worrying I'll never be free....
because it's like I'm stuck in a mirror....
a monster staring back at me...