She slowly opened her eyes, not feeling any pain like she thought she would have had. Her vision was blurry as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim room, and it was only when she sat up that she noticed a figure standing in the farther corner of the room.

"You're awake," he breathed when he turned his head to look at her and she couldn't help but notice his sharp features as he pushed himself off the wall and approached her. He looked to be about a couple years older than her—around eighteen or nineteen. His eyes were a dark grey, like singed charcoal. His hair was black and slightly long, messily put to the side. His skin was extremely pale and contrasted well against his dark red lips that formed a small smirk. His lean figure was covered in black clothes; a slightly loose shirt, fitted jeans, and a full-length thin robe.

She was scared. She didn't know where she was, who the man in front of her was, why—or how—she was dressed in strange clothes, and she couldn't remember anything except flashes of red, orange, and yellow.

In a surprisingly gentle tone, he asked, "Are you feeling alright?"

She sat up on the luxurious bed she didn't realize she was on. She softly placed her hands on her bare legs, trying to cover them a little bit, as she was now aware of the fact that she was wearing a tightly-fitted black tank-top, black underwear, and a loose, thin, dark robe. He took a step in her direction.

"I suppose you're confused, given the strange circumstances," he said, still looking at her.

She felt too nervous and scared to do anything besides stare at the floor around the boy's feet.

He took another step, pausing only when he saw her freeze up like a statue. He gave her an admiring grin. "It's alright. I won't hurt you. I promise."

His words didn't reassure her, but the way his eyes softened and he seemed to be relaxed and smiling made her loosen up only a bit. He took that as a signal to continue forward. He slowly sat on the opposite side of the king-sized bed, facing her.

He gently placed his hand over her hand, still on her bare leg. She stared at their contact, still unable to do anything. Though, she liked the warmth his hand carried, surprised—again—that his hand wasn't cold.

"It's alright. You'll be okay here," he told her, his gaze never leaving her.

She managed a small gulp before looking him in the eye—something she always felt uncomfortable doing with anyone. The action made his smile widen a little and she felt her heart race increase in pace.

"I'm Luc. If you ever need anything, just say my name and I'll be here."

Loose? What kind of a name is that?

"H—here?" she mumbled instead, not able to raise her voice.

His eyes widen in a teasing manner. "She speaks!" he exclaimed, though not very loud, before letting out a short chuckle. He looked around the room, taking in the black-colored walls, ceiling, and carpet. The black sheets covering her bed, the black clothes—partially—covering her body. "Hmm . . . this doesn't really suit you. You seem to be more of a bright type. Do you like purple?"

She was confused, but managed the barest of nods.

With the hand not on top of hers, he simply snapped his fingers and the darkness of her small room began to change colors, starting in the corner she was in and spreading at a fair pace throughout the rest of the room. She almost gasped in awe as the walls turned white. The sheets and blankets on her bed turned white as well, with purple patterns printed onto them. The carpet was also a deep violet now.

"Do you prefer leggings or jeans?" he asked, turning his focus to her clothes now. He wasn't surprised to see she was too busy admiring the simple change in the room to answer, and made the decision for her.

In an instant, she was wearing perfectly sized black leggings with a loosely fitted white shirt and a thin, white cardigan to replace the robe.

It took her a few minutes to take everything in, and when her thoughts finally caught up to her,she realized something and her eyes widened in fear as she moved as far away from him as she could. "H—how did you . . . ?"

His smile faded away when he realized he had spooked her. "Sorry. I keep forgetting you're new to this." He paused for a few seconds, looking at her intently. "You don't remember, do you?"

She stayed silent and he nodded once, receiving his answer. Though, the strange flashes of the warm colors came to mind again.

"Oh." He looked down at the covers. "This is going to be really hard to explain."

She sucked in a breath, not sure if she really wanted to know.

His grey eyes met hers and his expression was solemn as he began to explain. "You're dead."

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Written: 6/26/18
Edited: 6/27/18
Words: 846

What do you think about Luc? And the girl? Any other thoughts, comments, and opinions?

Thank you for reading. :)
~Nuela <3