He couldn't communicate with her. She couldn't either. They were completely different yet the same. Both trapped.
"I couldn't understand anything she said..." David said, in a daze looking back at the past.
"Then how did you talk to her?" Lily asked.
"I'll tell you once I get there."
~Flashback~
She kept coming back and he continued waiting for her. This routine went on like the sun setting and rising again every day.
However, in their case, just the lonesome stars and infinite darkness–Outerspace.
She was the only thing he had. The only living thing that kept him company. He started falling for an alien. Did he go mad after the abuse and the trauma? Maybe.
But he didn't care. One day he was searching the room out of pure boredom and stumbled upon a pen or what looked like a one,
