it was my 108th day at the outpost. the slimy cubes, the candlelit halls, the greys, it was all so depressing. i was one of the few purples at the outpost. somedays i wished i would have died from the blast, before they locked us all up in here. the pain in my heart eased, just a bit, when i heard the tall mans proposal. his golden locks and sharp jaw, gave me a sense of comfort. the others were timid around him, scared of his low tone and seriousness. "there is a safe place, where you can last centuries. you just need to be to the cooperate and i's standards" miss Venable seemed suspicious to his offer, maybe because she has a chance of being denied. coco seemed quite confident that she'd be accepted to the sanctuary; deep down, i knew langdon would find her as obnoxious as the rest of us do.
"He said the interviews start tomorrow" Mallory says quietly. I exhale and ponder of life outside the outpost. I trust that Langdon would take us somewhere safe, and better than this hellhole, but how does the cooperate have all these supplies. My thoughts are interrupted by Mallory throwing a novel at me. "here, i just finished this one, tell me how you like it, i gotta get back to cleaning" the loneliness fills the library Mallory exits. even though shes a grey, and im a purple, shes truly my only friend here. i dive into a few chapters of the book, literature being my only escape. the doors separating the library from the common area slowly open. i expect gallant or coco, coming to complain; yet the tall man with blonde locks stands in their place. our eyes meet, a rush of anxiety hits me. his hands run across the door frame as he approaches me. looking down at me, examining my book. "so you like reading?" his cool tones echoing. i nod my head "yes mr.langdon" he smiles at my manners and crosses his arms. "are you ready for your interview miss y/l/n" an intimidating smile forms upon his lips. without answering, he presents his hand to my level. "come with me dear" i gently take his hand, and follow him through the candlelit halls.
The warmth of his office flireplace gave me a sense of comfort as we entered his study. It's decorated with the minimalistic black walls & decor, just as the rest of the outpost. A few of his personal items linger, such as novels and his notebook. I slowly sink into the chair infront of his desk. His fingers gracefully run across the desk as he takes a seat in his leather chair. His hands rest on the table as he looks up to me. a wave of anxiety hits me, and my I struggle to keep my eyes in his gaze. he scoffs "miss y/l/n" he exhales "what are you afraid of?" my face shifts to look at him. my lips pursed "I don't really know anymore" I feel a lump in my throat. tears well in my eyes; as I shift my head away from him, he gently turns it back with his hand. "it's okay y/n" my cheek rests in his palm. this is the first time I've felt comfort in the outpost. is it strange considering he is the anti-christ; yet he brings the most comfort. a tear slips out and rolls onto his hand. I look up to see his head tilted, a concerned yet caring face stared back at me. I grab his wrist and lower his hand from my face. I begin feeling embarrassed that I'm crying in front of him. "i-i'm sorry mr.langdon, I don't mean to get emotional" he gives a warm smile "It's okay dear, I understand" he rises from his chair and comes to my seat across the table. "come here" the evil in his eyes turned to kind. I obey and shakily get up from my chair. his arms wrap around me, by instinct I wrap my arms around his waist. his warmth calms my tears and his scent eases my anxiety. he holds me for a few minutes, gently playing with my hair. it feels as if a weight lifted off of me while being in his arms. he pulls out from the hug and places a kiss on top of my head. "I know how it feels to be alone, for some odd reason I sympathize your pain, I promise I will ease your thoughts one day" a smile forms on my lips, knowing that just maybe I have found a person who will truly help me.
