Ever since she had opened her eyes to the world, Robin felt like she was in a cage. A diorama of her own. She could listen to the big sis telling stories and see the plain bread they ate every day but she couldn't touch any of it. She couldn't even voice out her thoughts to the world. She would open her mouth but no words would come out. Her world was gray.

When they turned four, Robin finally realized who was Rose. But Rose wasn't aware of her yet. The child was so scared of every little thing that Robin laughed at her from inside her little box. She didn't realize when her entertainment became anger on behalf of Rose.

"Quiet." Rose had said one day when she was sitting inside a dark room, all on her own. She had pressed her tiny palms over her ears and tried to cut off the noise. Robin, for the first time, figured that Rose could hear her. She couldn't have been happier that day.

As they turned twenty, Rose actually saw Robin for the first time and she hated it. Rose screamed at the top of her lungs and threw several things at Robin. It didn't hurt. How could it? She was nothing but a thought. A form made from a child's pain and sorrow.

What hurt was the fact that Robin was a mere shadow. She had loved Rose quietly for over fifteen years but apparently, she wasn't loved back. How was it fair? Why couldn't Rose just love her?

Robin had done so many things after that to receive Rose's love. She killed the guy who molested her in the theater. She made the gross actor overdose on his weird pills. She tortured the sleazy old director who tried to blackmail Rose and she killed Vanessa, who was too brutal on poor Rose when Rose actually loved her from the bottom of her heart.

Loved. Rose loved everyone except Robin.

Now lying in the white hospital bed, Rose really looked like the princess from that toxic fairytale. Robin wondered if she would wake up with the true love's kiss too.

Robin closed her eyes, slamming her head gently against her little box.

"Robin?"

Her eyes flew open as soon as the sweet voice called her name.

It was Rose, she was dressed in one of those old rags from the orphanage and she didn't look more than ten. Her midnight blue eyes were big and round, looking at Robin with an expression mixed with curiosity and hesitance. In the gray world, she was the only thing glowing in a white light.

"Hey," Robin replied, pressing her palm flat against her box.

"Why are you in the box?" The dumb child questioned, tilting her head to the right.

Robin snorted unkindly, "You put me in it remember?"

The child looked offended, she jutted her lower lip out, "Why would I do that? You are my friend!"

Robin raised an eyebrow, "Am I? Really?"

Rose nodded excitedly, rushing towards Robin with her tiny legs. She even staggered once on her way but her resolve was strong. Finally reaching the glass box, she hesitatingly pressed her palm against the warm surface.

"Are you scared?" Robin questioned, seeing Rose's eyes focus on the glass.

"No!"

"Alright.Wanna tell me about your day?"

"I met this lady! Her name was Lily but she was very mean."

Robin laughed, "Was she now? Is that why you ran away?"

The child nodded in agreement. "She hated me..."

This was usually how Rose would talk to her throughout her life-complaining about things that happened in the day-and tattling about the people who bullied her. Robin would listen for hours until she fell asleep. Suddenly her box would open up and she could leave the confinements, taking over the diorama that wasn't her own.

This was how tiny her world was and even in this tiny world, she couldn't find love and a place to belong. While in the gray diorama of hers, she was lonely. Rose was lonely in the big world too. She used to smile at people so they didn't ask her why she was sad. She gave away her heart so that no one would try to break it.

Confined or not, both of them were lonely and alone...waiting for someone to reach out against their glass walls. They were fragile but no one ever tried.