A World Without Sun discussion

One bed. This is where men come to breed with you.

Haydn bit her lip softly, perching on the edge of her bed. She smoothed out her black dress and made sure her hair was covering her eyes. Sure...no one was around, but she's become accustomed to having her orange hair in her eyes.

Hank knocked on the door.

Haydn glanced up when she heard a knock on her door. Probably some new idiot. No one visited her twice. She sighed and stood up, slowly making her way to the door. She opened the door, keeping her eyes covered by her hair and on the ground.

Hank tilted his head, the girl looked rather upset, "hey.." he said softly.

Haydn glanced at him though her hair, just long enough to see him, but not long enough to actually get inside his head. She just nodded and stepped away from the door, giving him room to come in.

He walked in and looked around her room curiously, "so, how old are you?"

"15." She whispered, going back to keeping her eyes on the ground. She closed the door behind him.

He nodded, "cool, I'm 17. I'm Hank by the way," he said as he sat at the foot of her bed.

She leaned against the door, before sliding down it. She nodded when she was sitting on the floor. "Haydn."

He nodded and watched her closely, "you want to tell me whats wrong? I'm a grate listener."

She shook her head, letting out a small sigh. He could be the best listener in the world for all she knew. But she wasn't much of a talker.

He nodded again, "you could write it? Interpretative dance?" the second option was a joke.. kinda.

For a second, a ghost of a smile touched her lips at the second option. She liked dancing. But only when she was alone and no one was around. The barely there smile disappeared as soon as it appeared. "I don't think so."

"Alright...." He shrugged and laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

She couldn't help herself as she stole another quick glance up at him. Why did she do it? She honestly had no idea.

He tapped on the bed slightly and hummed out a rhythm he had stuck in his head, "so what do you want to do when you get out?"

She shrugged and sighed. "So much time until that happens." She murmured, shaking her head. "Never really thought about it."

"Really!?" He looked over at her surprised, "I want to be a musician.." He told her and blushed, he never really told anyone before.

She nodded and shrugged again. She never had. She was too distracted on what she was just going to do here. "A musician? That could be interesting. What kind?" She asked, honestly curious.

"I'm thinking jazz, but I'll settle for anything really," he looked her over, "you could probably pull off being a model," he smiled.

"Jazz......that would be cool." She nodded and sighed. As soon as she heard his next words, she raised an eyebrow and her jaw dropped. "Model? You're kidding...right?" There was no way he was being serious.

He shrugged, "your pretty enough," he stated."

She gave up with not looking at him. At this point, she didn't care about probably invading his mind. She pushed her orange hair away to reveal her dark blue eyes. She looked up at him. "Really?" She asked in surprise.

He nodded, "ya," he smiled softly. She had such pretty eyes, he just wished shed open up more and he wouldn't feel as awkward.

Of all the things she's been called, pretty was not one of them. Especially not model pretty. She bit her lip softly and sighed. She stood up and slowly made her way over to the bed.

He watched her as she walked over, "what?" He asked and sat up, "did I say something wrong..?"

She sat down next to him and shook her head. She glanced over at him and a smile just barely appeared on her lips. "Just surprised me is all."

He nodded slowly, "is that a good thing?" He asked, assuming it was since she was over here now instead of on the floor by herself.

"Yes. It was a nice surprise." She replied softly with a small nod. She got the feeling that he already thought it was a good thing, but she just wanted to comfirm it.

He smiled back, "I'm glade," he stated and looked her face over, since he had a better look now.

Her heart jumped in her chest for a second at his smile. She nodded and bit her lip softly.

"What do you like to do?" He asked curiously.

She looked thoughtful. What she like to do? "Hm....well.....I like to imagine things...?" She wondered if that was a goos enough answer. "Sometimes I'll stare at the ceiling and watch colors splash here and there, making diferent picture for me. All in my head, of course." She sighed softly and looked away, shaking her head. She probably sounded insane there.

He smiled, "that sounds amazing," he looked at the ceiling and tried to let his mind do that, but nothing happened, "I'm jealous."

She looked over at him and could feel another smile tugging on her lips. "You're into the music. I'm not surprised you can't do it." A slight teasing tone to her voice.

He chuckled lightly, "true, it still would be fun to see the world differently though," he stated and glanced at her, happy to see she looked less depressed.

She leaned back until she was laying on the bed. She looked up at the ceiling and her smile grew slightly as she let her imagination run free. "It's a nice escape."

He watched her and couldn't help but smile too, he laid down next to her and looked at the ceiling, wishing he could see what she did, "sounds like it."

She nodded and rested her hands on her stomach. She sighed softly, a small look of longing on her face. Oh how she wished real life was like this.

He looked at her curiously, "what do you see?"

"Green. A lot of green. Vibrant colors. Butterflies. A ball of light in the sky. Happiness." She whispered.

He nodded, he thought about how amazing it would be to see the sun, "sounds magical."

"It is. I wish you could see it." She smiled again, this time glancing over at him.

He smiled at her and took her hand in his, "maybe some day I will,"

She glanced down at their hands in surprise, before looking back up at him. "Maybe I could draw it. It wouldn't be the real thing, but it could be interesting." She offered slowly.

He smiled and nodded, "that sounds like a brilliant idea."

She smiled slightly again and nodded. "Then I shall do that."

He arched his eyebrow, "now?" He asked, wondering how long it would take her to draw it.

"I never said now. But I will do it. It would probably take me...." She looked thoughtful. "About half hour. Tops." She finally settled with that and nodded.