7.

warm

It seemed that my heart had never felt anything.

Even when I was small, I did not lean toward affection for other children, only a mild curiosity. Even to my family, my proclaims of love were mechanical, rehearsed and false to my ears.

My mother would always smile, and all I could think was that she would have wrinkles there when she was older.

I was the perfect candidate for special ops in the military. Special mission, undisclosed location, searching for the artifact "Jewel of the East".

The first time I felt warmth was when that glorious creature looked me in the face, smiled, and said, "If you stand very still, I will reward you with your heart." It was something I hadn't even known I wanted until that moment.

Then Peters shot me in the head, and the last warm thing I felt was the blood running down my face.