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    Alone.
    It was really all that this boy had ever known. At least that he could remember.


    He felt truly alone, surrounded by people who expected him to know these things that he didn't understand and- they got angry when he didn't. He didn't understand their anger, he didn't even know what anger was. He just knew it felt "bad" when people were yelling at him. 'Get out of my way!' 'What are you, an idiot?!' 'Stay away from her, you're scaring her!' 'Tch, Some drop out..' He'd heard these words and more as he simply tried to- Live. Live with his knowledge snatched away. It was hard.


    It had been a few days now- Edward was feeling light-headed and weak, and he didn't know why. Of course, it was because he had no idea that he was supposed to eat or drink. His case was certainly an interesting one, as most people remembered things like that-- and things like objects, too. He didn't. He hadn't eaten nor had any liquids in a few days, and it was slowly wearing him down. He'd come to stop in a city park, sitting down on one of the benches. Alone.


    He held his head in his hands, wondering what "pain" was as his head ached horribly- He didn't know why, but he wanted it to stop. It was a "bad" feeling. He didn't like it. His stomach ached as well, but he couldn't stop it either. He'd stand up and immediately feel like he was falling-- Why did he feel so poorly? He sniffed a little, as if he were starting to cry. He had no idea what crying was, or why there was suddenly "stuff" coming out of his eyes. He didn't even know what water was at this point, but he wondering what that was coming out of his eyes, and why there was an ache in his chest. He wanted to be with someone- He'd seen two people walking together and they had "nice" feelings, like smiling with their faces. But everyone seemed to push him away because he'd done something wrong, but they wouldn't tell him what, exactly. He was truly alone, and it saddened him. If he even knew what sad was- he knew he was feeling bad, and he didn't want to feel bad.


    His stomach gurgled loudly, and he held it in pain- His bright blue eyes had been considerably dulled and his blonde hair was rather ruffled and tangled, as it came down past his ears. His freckled face was rather pale and he felt like just laying down there and closing his eyes- but he didn't want to do that, at the same time. And he didn't know why. He held himself, shivering a little as a breeze blew over his bare arms. He'd had a jacket before, but it had been too hot. Not a nice feeling, so he'd taken it off and left it somewhere- now he wish he had it, because he was cold. He didn't know what hot and cold were, but he didn't like them. He simply sat back on the bench a little, letting the dizziness float around in his head. And he didn't understand that either, of course. He just watched people walking through the park- kids playing with their friends, adults with their spouses or their dates- They looked so happy... Why couldn't he be like that? Edward hugged his knees to his chest, feeling truly and completely alone. And he was. He really was.





    "You don't know me, but you can trust me...Look, it's easy, take me hand." -Evelyn B.


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    Evelyn Beaumont
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    She's just turned sixteen, and living with her older brother, a sweet and kind girl with the compassion to take care of others she's willing to do anything to help anyone out.


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    Eve frowned at the sight before her, she had been walking around for awhile now, watching the scared, blonde boy. No one had been particularly kind to him, and with the tempurature dropping and winds picking up she knew he needed help. Kneeling down infront of the park bench, she held up a warm coffee, handing it to him gently. "Here, this should help some," eyes soft and honest.
    Noticing the hesitation in his actions, Evelyn held out her hand gingerly, "You don't know me, but you can trust me....Look, it's easy, just take my hand."
    Grinning as he did the motion she stood up and sighed, Tank (her older brother), probably wouldn't like this, oh well. "Here, follow me, we'll get you warmed up. Warm, like the drink."

    Edward had simply gazed at her in- well, utter surprise. Shock. Disbelief. The fact that this girl had just walked up to him and suddenly treated him with- a kindness he'd quite literally never known. It was amazing. He didn't understand that excited flutter in his chest as she held up a drink for him- A drink, he didn't know what that was- What was a drink? What did he do with it? He'd simply stared at it, as if trying to think of a solution for the problem she'd just given him like a student would do with a math problem.


    He didn't have time to solve it. She'd said those words- Yes, he didn't know her, and- trust, trust.. he'd heard that word somewhere, but he didn't know where. What was trusting? He figured maybe it was- going with her, like she wanted? Was that trust? He hesitated once more when she'd said to take her hand- how did you take someone's hand away? He quickly realized as she held it out that it wasn't coming off that easily. He was supposed to grab it, wasn't he? He, after another moment of thinking it over, did. Warming up? Warm? Was that a nice feeling? He hoped so, but something about this girl, something in her eyes.. It told him that she wouldn't give him bad feelings. He didn't understand why, but maybe this was trust? Going even when not knowing the outcome? He wasn't sure, but if that was trust, then he liked trust. He quickly and rather breathlessly let words tumble out in almost a whisper- "Thank you, t-thank you-" He knew what that meant. He'd heard other people say it, in situations where they were being helped- He thought, anyway. Someone had fallen off of their bike-- which he had no idea what that was-- and when someone helped them up, they had said "Thank you". She'd just helped him up off of the bench, and given him a nice, happy feeling- he thought he should say Thank you, too. "Thank you, thank you." He repeated again, his hands trembling as he held onto hers- he hadn't let go. They felt tingly, his whole body felt tingly. He'd never experienced a feeling like this before, and it kind of scared him- but it was a good kind of scared.


    He blinked at her as she spoke again, not quite understanding her. What was a follow? Or, following--? He didn't know, but... She said "warm", like the drink. The drink was that thing in her hand, right? He hesitantly placed his hand on it, warmth spreading from his palm up to his fingers. It felt wonderful. She said he could get warm, too? He'd really, really like that. It felt much better than being out here with the air blowing all around. It made him shake, and he didn't know why. "Warm." He repeated with a nod, a weak and weary grin making it's way onto his pale, freckled face. He stuck close to her side, following like she said- without knowing what following was, oddly enough. His legs were a bit shaky and unsteady, but he was managing. "I like warm, it's nice-- w-warm is nice."


    He was entertaining her, not in a way she wanted to make fun of him or anything, but the boy was cute, adorable. With the little kisses from the sun all over his face, and his shaggy blonde hair, she just wanted to ruffle it all up. "You're welcome." She said this twice, trying to reassure him he had gotten thank you right Evelyn still held onto his hand, clutching it so that warmth he liked, and she loved, didn't go away. Eyes flicking back at him, Eve noticed he hadn't taken a sip of the drink. "If you put your lips of the cup, and sip, the drink inside will make your whole body warm, slowly, but it'll work." She smiled once more and then turned back around. Pulling him gently so they could get home before the snow storm started.


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    It had been about a fifteen minute walk, Evelyn taking care of the boy for every step. The poor thing, he look about her age, but something had obviously gone wrong, he could speak, but he didn't becuase illy understand everything that escaped her lips. So now, she had him seated on the couch in the living room, while she watched him from the kitchen, making then soup.
    Once the delicious delicacy had been made she set a bowl on the coffee table infront of him and placed a spoon in his hand, "Watch me, and do what I do." taking a spoon of her ownC Evelyn dipped it in the soup and brought it to her lips, drinking the broth. "It's warm and tastes good."

    Edward blinked at her, tilting his head and sending his blonde bangs falling over his eyes a bit. Cup? He assumed that was the thing in her hand- the warm thing. He made a sound that was kind of like a what a child would utter in a moment of surprise or curiosity- Not that he'd know that, of course. His free hand wrapped shakily around the cup, that same warmth making him tremble with excitement once more. He did as he was told and brought it up to his lips, the shock of the liquid pouring into his mouth making his hands jerk. A few drops fell onto the path as he tried to push past his initial surprise. It hadn't been bad at all, it had simply startled him. Then again, what wouldn't startle him in his current state? He brought it back up to his mouth, taking a nice, long sip. That warmth spread from his mouth down his throat, making him shudder. But it was a good shudder. In that moment with a tiny, tiny bit of liquid in his system, his body seemed to set off warning alarms; He needed more. His body needed more. Without even noticing it, he took another sip, and another, and another- he was gulping it down. After a few moments of this, he jerked the cup away from his face and coughed a little, the heat burning his throat and his speed at which he was drinking it sending a little down the wrong tube. But his thirsty wasn't quite quenched yet. Warm, warm was good. Wonderful, wonderful..! Without any thought on his part, an exclamation slipped past his lips. "Mmmm.." He said blissfully as he continued to grip onto her hand, the feeling of liquid running down his throat just marvelous. He could get used to that.



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    Edward had simply been sitting patiently as Eve made the soup in the kitchen. Well, kind of. He'd been playing with a pen on the coffee table, getting up to stroke the curtains on the windows, poking at some flowers in a vase and rubbing his feet on the carpet beneath his feet. Exploring this very- strange new world. But he liked it! The flowers gave him a nice feeling when he smelled them- he didn't know why, because he didn't understand scents, but he assumed it was a good thing. At least, so far. He could also smell the soup Eve was making- for some reason, it made his stomach ache. Only out of hunger, but how was he supposed to know that? He eventually sat back down, holding his stomach and cringing a little bit. He hoped it would stop soon....


    "Huh-" He blinked his blue eyes, looking up and seeming to perk as Eve returned- with the soup. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that's where that smell was coming from. He stared down at the bowl, inhaling the steam and tilting his head. About ten questions bubbled to his lips, but he didn't get a chance to say them. "Watch me, and do what I do." She said- he knew what watching was, so he did as he would told. He stared at her intently, watching as she dipped the the spoon into the broth and lifted it up to her mouth, and- sucked it up? Is that what she did. "It's warm and tastes good." She had continued, and he grinned. Warm, he liked warm. He didn't understand tastes, but he assumed it must be good. He grabbed the spoon with his pale and shaky hand, dipping the spoon ever so carefully into the broth and raising it up. "..." He blinked at it, looking up at Eve as if for some kind of reassurance. And he found it, in her face- her smile and the gentle and compassionate look in her eyes. He smiled right back, sucking a little broth out of the spoon and into his mouth. The flavor seemed to spread across his tongue, filling him with a warmth much like the coffee had- but it was different, because the coffee had been more bitter. This was very tasty. "Mmm!!" He exclaimed, dipping the spoon back into the soup and taking another bite. "Nice, nice-" He tried to describe it- probably failing for the most part. "Nice!! It is- very, very nice!"


    Evelyn giggled, clapping her hands and sitting back down onto the floor. For a moment she thought she heard feet approaching the door and frowned. Tank couldn't be coming home yet. She needed to clean Ed up some before that happened. Quickly going into the kitchen she grabbed some crackers and opened the packet. "See these? You take them, and dip" she put them in the soup, "dip," and did that again, "into the soup. Then you eat them." Popping the cracker in her mouth she grinned at him. Knowing smiling and praise would be the best bet at teaching him. Eve had just met Ed and was falling in love with his child like innocence. This boy it seemed could do no wrong, only bring happiness. Thanking a god she didn't believe in, Evelyn poked Ed'd stomach. "The cracker's will make that weird tummy feelings go away." She rubbed her own stomach at the word tummy.
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    After he had finished eating she checked the time. They had about thirty minutes before Tank's arrival was excpected. "Okay...um. Oh I forgot to ask your name. Im Evelyn." She pointed at herself to emphasize what she meant by name. She really needed him to answer her quickly, she wa still trying to figure out how to bathe and dress him. Even with his unknowing nature, Evelyn wasn't sure she felt comfortable bathing him.

    Edward has most certainly enjoyed his crackers and soup- He drank every drop, ate every single crumb; what she said had been true! The weird "tummy" feelings did go away, and he was certainly relieved. He thought they'd never go away. He'd just been sitting there after he'd finished up, swinging his feet a little as he hummed a random little tune- he honestly had no idea what he was doing, but he was just happy. His voice wanted to come out, so he simply let it do what it wanted. It was a rather unusual tune, but then again- Edward was an unusual guy.


    He began to wonder things as he looked around Evelyn's house, from pictures on the wall or some plants growing around- And why she was alone right then, too. Was she like him? Everyone else seemed to- well, be with someone else. But she was all by herself, except for him. Were there really other people like him? And why did she have such a big place all on her own? And who were in those pictures on the wall? And what were those pictures? Hundreds of questions came to mind, but he figured he'd just be troublesome by asking. If he knew what that meant. Besides, he was currently comfortable and enjoying the sense of safety that he'd never remembered feeling in his life. It was truly wonderful.


    "Okay, um..." Edward blinked his sapphire eyes, glancing up at her again as she spoke- with that same kind voice he'd grown happy to hear. "Oh, I forgot to ask your name. I'm Evelyn." She'd said, and Edward seemed to perk right up. "Name...!" He exclaimed, nodding enthusiastically. He knew that word! "Edward, my name is Edward." He told her with a bright grin. "The people in the-- "White coats" told me that. I am Edward." The doctors had most certainly answered- well, a few of his questions, before he left. He'd asked what they were wearing, and they'd answered with the word "coat". He eventually found out what color they were, too, but the main thing he'd kept from there was his name. Apparently, names were very important. And Edward was his name. "Evelyn, Evelyn." He repeated, looking up at her with his unwavering smile. "Evelyn is a very very nice name, I like your name."