Okay guys, I love you if you're reading this for sticking around after all this time. I don't have an excuse at all, so I apologize a thousand times. Property of a Gordon was my main focus and I completely neglected this story. I want you guys to know its not because I'm stumped, because I honestly have up to 16 chapters planned. So I hope you enjoy this one!

The calming white walls washed away any of my previous fear as I sat curled in the corner, relieved. I was no longer surrounded by others who were unusual and I wasn't in the harsh world the Outside has provided. I was in my room at the Lab. I was home.

There was no difference from the last time I was here, something I dearly cherished. The walls were still covered by white paint and to the side, the stiff white bed frame was still there and as always, it was covered by a thin white sheet.

The tiles were as white as ever, identically matching the white ceiling that held the blinding light. I still wanted the light removed, but I was pleased to see it.

I was sure if I turned around, the thick and revealing window would still glare at me, watching and recording my every move.

My favorite part was still the door's contrasting color. It gave the room a sense of identity, a sense that it was mine. However, I was sure if I went over to it and tried touching it, it would only respond with a cruel shock.

At any second, the door would make its signature sound as He walked in. The sound would further calm me, informing me that I was home and He was there with me.

He would tell me that he loved me most, as he always did. He would tell me I was his favorite and I would allow myself to sink in the lie. He would call me His 'sweetheart' and I would take selfish pleasure in it.

He would then take me to Experiment Varian's room. I would follow right behind, as I always did. He would tell me of Experiment Varian's progress and I would listen, making sure I paid attention.

When we finally arrived, He would lead me in before telling me goodbye and parting ways. Then, it would just be Varian and I.

I would stay as close to the door as possible, avoiding Varian. I would threaten to leave if he didn't sit in the furthest possible corner, so he would listen with much reluctance.

I would be able to analyze him, analyze the soft texture of his hair and how even from near the door, I desired to touch it. It bothered me how close I wanted to be to him, how much I wanted to touch his hair.

I would watch him talk and watch his naturally beautiful eyes lighten up when I finally responded to something he said.

I had heard of people being able to effect the light in another's eyes, but never believed it until I met Experiment Varian. He easily proved my conclusion incorrect.

Someone finally tapped on my shoulder and I looked up, expectantly looking for His dull, brown eyes. However, they were not anywhere to be seen.

The Lab was nowhere near and I was not surrounded by the walls of my room. He was not going to find me because He couldn't know where I was. I wouldn't be taken to Varian's room because he was alone at the Lab, without me.

"Are you okay? You've been in that corner for a while?" Levi asked, a smile on his face. But his eyes held something else, something Varian's had held. Was it worry maybe?

My eyes skittered away from him, landing on the ground as I truly think about the question. It was not something I was used to being asked. It was an odd concept, knowing if I was okay or not.

The lab coats had asked me several times a day if I was okay. I would easily be able to answer yes. They wanted to know if I was well, physically, and if I was able to function properly. However, when Varian and Levi asked the question, it seemed to had a different meaning hidden behind it.

They were not asking about physical health. I had learned when Varian had asked if I was okay for the first time. I had told him yes, that I did not feel fatigued and I had done a few training exercises before he had woken up. He'd only laughed at me and told me that did not mean I was okay.

He said being okay in a different way mattered just was much. Varian had told me that being okay emotionally and mentally would help my mood. If I was okay emotionally and mentally, I could begin to focus on being okay physically.

It had not made sense to me at first. I still did not understand the science behind it. But I did realize if I was not okay emotionally, my day was worsened. I learned emotions did affect my day.

Somehow, I was able to realize that Levi was asking if I was okay emotionally, not physically. Perhaps it was the tone of his voice, or that he was not writing anything down. It was interesting, to say the least.

I could heard his clothes scratching the ground as he sat beside me, as if he'd been invited. Without looking, I was able to tell he was far too close and that his eyes were studying me.

I wanted to move away. I did not want to be able to sense how close he was, not did I want to feel his eyes piercing my back like needles.

"I know it's hard for you out here Arcelia. I just want you to know I'm always here for you whenever you need someone," he said, his voice quiet. I did not trust a word coming from him.

Varian had told me the exact same thing. Yet, I was alone right now and he was not nearby and 'there for me'. He had lied and broken his promise and that was precisely what Levi would do when I began trusting him.

"Leave me alone," I said in response, my voice coming off as cold and detached as I had wanted it to.

I felt my back muscles coiling when after a few moments, Levi did get up. He had left me alone. He was so similar to Varian that I thought he would not.

I thought he would stay and insist on staying. It was what Varian had done. But my theory was wrong, as a lot of them were proving to be as I spent more and more time in the unpredictable Outside.

I spent the rest of the day wondering just how different people on the Outside were from Varian and pondering whether people were as alike as I thought.