Imperfect Date

Chapter Five

Misty

I was devastated.

The fact that the one I was falling in love with murdered my previous lover shattered my heart. I couldn't believe my stupid self decided to trust Chip so easily... not only did I lose my trust in him, but I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. Ever.

He's done enough harm to me and I don't want to deal with another second of his monstrosity.

I then second-thought my announcement of quitting the tribute performance project I was working on with Graham. I suddenly felt a little guilty for jumping to such a conclusion that I didn't want to participate in the project anymore. And I knew it wasn't fair for me to quit last minute, considering how much it would drive Graham insane to know he wasted his time on something that had no purpose or value.

At the same time however, it was for the best. Dave's death never happened on its own. Usually for the most part people just naturally pass away with age, but Dave had such a brutal experience with Chip who eventually killed him and broke my heart. I suddenly felt my face heat up in anger. Graham was right. Why the hell couldn't Chip freaking control himself, and whatever his "override" issue is?! I felt so traumatized that he was on the verge of possibly murdering me as well, back inside Graham's room when I gave him the latte cup.

At first I thought I was being rejected. All I wanted to do was admit my feelings for him, but now this whole mess took place. And now, what feelings? It's not like I care about Chip anymore. I was falling in love with my murderer, for crying out loud!

I quickly stormed away from Graham's house. It was pitch black outside, so I figured it was really late. The yellow lights from the streetlamps weren't much help, as it still felt like I was walking in darkness. I felt hot tears welling up in my eyes from all the pain I've endured tonight. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to go home.

Once I got home, I quickly rushed inside the house, slammed the door, and scurried away to my room. I felt the tears streaming down my face as I turned on the table lamp on my desk. My sight was getting blurry from pushing the tears back, and even resisting the urge to drop them wasn't working. I was absolutely appalled by everything. Shattered, torn, heartbroken, and frustrated.

This entire mess all happened because of Chip. And I was utterly livid that my own "lover" would do something like this. I still couldn't let go of the fact that I had fallen in love with the one who had broken my heart.

But did it matter anymore? I didn't want to see him or talk to him ever again. I told him he should give me space. Those feelings I had for him, no longer genuine. Everything was over for me.

I plopped down on my neatly made bed and stared at the ground for a long minute, pondering in my own thoughts about all the drama I've had to deal with. Thanks to Chip, I've lost the one I really loved. All his friends lost their own best friend. Just when everyone thought Dave naturally died, he didn't. SOMEONE had to murder him terribly.

Chip had broken every single Cogs' hearts, thanks to his uncontrollable actions. At this point he terrified me, especially when his stupid "override" took over. What was that? Why couldn't he just turn it off or something, if it's such a problem? Why is it so hard for him to do something so simple?! He had to go out of his way to ruin everything for everyone.

At this point, he deserved to be alone. Once everyone found out his dirty secret he'd hidden from everyone for so long, everyone would abandon him instantly. Every single Cog. He had to suffer the consequences one way or another.

A while later, I took out the rose Dave had given me as a gift which I had shown to Graham the other day during lunch break. It was the only thing left of Dave to remember him. It was one-of-a-kind, only living off of salt water from tears rather than normal water needed to keep regular plants alive. Normal water would decrease the rose's life expectancy. I stared at it for a long time, with more tears welling up in my eyes. I eventually started sobbing right after.