Trying my hand at writing. Inspired by all the robot yearning going on on my dash. Originally wanted it to be spicier but failed. Sorry. #horror #yearning #bodyhorror #romance #writing It's with a heavy heart that your fingers trace along the seams of my chassis. The faint buzz of my humming motor against your skin is no substitute for a pulse, no substitute for life - but it's evidence of my persistence. "... I missed you." Your words are quiet. Slow. Were I still flesh and bone, I may not have heard them at all. In truth, I'm not sure you meant me to. Steam hisses from my joints as I move for the first time in an eon. As I rouse from an endless rest, I feel your weight sinking into me. Your arms snaking around me was once a familiar sensation, but now it feels threatening. Electric. "Please... please, just say something." You say, your voice sounding odd and metallic against my chest. Words are far too much. Learning to speak again in a body that isn't mine is a process, and not one that I can see the end of yet. Instead, I slowly raise my hand, cupping your soft face gently. I can feel the rough texture of your hair, though it registers like static interference, sending jolts through my sensors. You hold me tighter. You cry. I can only hope you waterproofed the body you built. "I'm sorry..." Your voice wobbles, as you're trying to swallow back sobs. "I couldn't... I couldn't lose you..." I want to tell you that I can't forgive you. I want to tell you that I loathe what I've become, that my circuits must be miscalibrated because every sensation feels like raw nerves are being exposed to the air. But how can I? You have paid the ultimate price for me. I hold your face in both of my hands. I open my eyes, trying to focus on your distraught expression. The world sharpens and dulls around you as my eyes adjust. I press my forehead to yours. How can I help but forgive you? You, who took "til death do us part" as a hurdle to overcome? You, whose life is ever fleeting? Whose pulse and warmth radiates through my fingertips? You, whose beating heart I can hear ringing in my head? I hold you close against me, and we slot together as if we are a part of the same whole. And I will never leave you again. ▼
