~ Flashback ~
Two weeks before the end of his treatment

Jack heard a rattling noise from the vent in his room. Suddenly his mind went berserk and Anti was there. What could he say? Anti was a hopeless romantic.

"Hello?" Anti said, rushing to the vent.

"Hey. Should I call you Anti today? Or is your other unnamed persona visiting?" She laughed. Her voice was was like sweet molasses, flowing out of her upturned lips. Anti got stars in his eyes.

"I'm always Anti when I'm with you." He breathed. "It's just something about you. You bring out the Anti in me."

"I don't mind." She said."I like him. He's got personality and he really doesn't give a damn what others think of him." She tapped her fingers on the vent, letting the echo slowly tapper off.

"Well, all but one, very, special person." Anti said. You could practically hear her blushing through the vents.

"You don't mean tha-"

"Yes, I do." He said. "You're the only one here who I actually care about. No one else knows what's wrong with me. They all think it just something stupid like schizophrenia. But you- you saw through that. You realized I was different."

"I guess." She mumbled. "But you listen to me and my rants."

"You are more than your stupid rants. You're different from everyone else too." Anti reassured her.

"I'm not different. I'm just a nut job that's afraid of pens and knifes and blood." She gave him a painful laugh. There was a faint rustle from her side of the vent.

Anti could tell she was different from the rest. He just didn't know what yet. "I highly doubt that." He said firmly. A grunt came from the other side of the vent. He heard her fist pound the tile floor. A cracking sound echoed through the vent, and he wasn't sure if it was the floor or her fist breaking. Maybe both.

"You can't even see me." She snarled. "You can't think I'm special. You've never seen me do anything special." Anti could tell she changed. Something went wrong that he couldn't see. But he tried to remain unfazed.

"I don't need to see you to know that you're special. I can hear it in your voice. Like I can tell you're beautiful. Like I can tell you love the color orange but never wear it. I even know you bite your lip when you're nervous. I don't know how I know this stuff, but I can tell." He heard her steady her breathing from the other side of the vent.

"I can tell you have a loving mother and father. I can tell you love makeup but don't know how to do it." He chuckled. "I know you're fair skinned with strawberry blonde hair. I know you twiddle your thumbs when your scared. And most importantly, I know you're different." He took in a deep breath of silence. "Am I wrong?"

There was no reply. He knew she was still there, waiting by the vent. "You know how special you are to me? No matter how hard I may try, I will never forget you. I never want to."

"No." she said softly from the other side of the vent.

"Don't do that, yo-"

"That's not what I meant. Everything you said. You're not wrong."