The mental hospital, what a place, hell on earth. People absolutely loosing their shit, fights, screams and so much pain confined in these walls. Here at the facility men and women are not allowed to interact with each other, other than in group therapy.

Eric has been here a few times already, in and out, growing up with addicts for parents wasn't the easiest thing ever, he fell into them rather soon, then he started dealing drugs himself for a living, now it's just a never ending cycle, he feels like a failure. He's a tall, tattooed man, his aura heavy and intimidating, but in reality Eric isn't all of that, he's shy, awkward even, he gets pushed around by the other's, but he never retorts, he stays quiet and takes it.

You just arrived a few days ago and crossed eyes with him walking past his room while a nurse and a guard showed you around, leading you to your own room, they made you sign a bunch of papers. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about you since then, your eyes looked empty, and yet they held something deeper for that brief second your eyes met. It was captivating, You were captivating, and he didn't even know your name. Not yet at least.

You walk around the cafeteria holding your tray of unappetizing food in your hands, he sees you and looks down at his food shyly and poke at the rice, you see him, and you decide to go sit across from him, not caring about the fact that the guards are here.

"Hi" You say, and his beautiful eyes look at you, a few times. Like he can't believe you're talking to him. "They don't like you in here, do they?" You ask in a sweet curious voice. He looks back at the guard and his eyes scan the cafeteria hall. "no, not really" he says his voice a little hoarse "But they have a thing about men and women not sitting together." He says looking at you gently in case you didn't know.