Brealyn Mia Winters Something instead of nothing, friends... That's what he said. The blank walls within that bland box he placed us in are maddening. There is nothing about us that equals friends. Ironically, he's always in sync with my thoughts. My secrets don't even feel as though they belong to me anymore. When I'm alone, I sense him. I feel him all around me. I can even scent him. My mental stability...