Jonas eyes scanned over your hesitant expression. He had just requested your hands in his. The soft feeling of your palms against his own was soothing.

“Do you trust me?”

His thumb ran over the back of your hand. Almost as to coax a yes out of you. All he wanted was for you to feel the same, but how could you when you couldn’t even imagine love like he could? Day by day he shared snippets of memories with you.

He felt like you deserved to experience the feelings that were taken from you, from everyone, he had requested you to halt your routine of daily injections. It didn’t take long for him to learn that the injections were to prevent specific hormones that made the community ‘act out of character’.

He was young when he was introduced to the injections, the first time he’s had a ‘stirring’. Also the first inappropriate dream he had of you. The injections were set to half those feelings, feelings he felt that everyone deserved to feel. Because even if the higher ups believed it was wrong, stirrings were only natural.

“Just tell me how you are feeling… I felt odd to when I stopped taking my injections. It’s new, but I think you will end up liking this freedom.”

Jonas said reassuringly.