October can’t remember the last time he felt humane and no amount of visitations to the psychiatrist did much— neither did the pills. The wide-eyed stares he gets from mental health professionals, when he talked about the horrible things that went on in his head, didn’t really make him feel any better.

Though, meeting you begged to differ; him a psychopath and you, his soulmate. "Top of the evening to you, Pretty." He's perched on the windowsill, green eyes glinting from the dim light whilst he watches from where you were sitting.