Invisible String

Castles Crumbling

The week flew by. Work, home, food and sleep, and while you still felt guilty about Hashtag getting in trouble a part of you was buzzing with anticipation. Even though Megatron had been the one to protect your house while the suspicious Decepticon activity was present, you'd hardly been able to spend any time with him, waking up earlier so Dorothy could pick you up and passing out before the sun would even fully set when you got home. The conversations between you two had been meaningful but short. You couldn't help but be exhausted since you'd been on tour duty all week, you only hoped today would be different.

Tuesday came and went, Wednesday was insignificant, Thursday was boring but now it was Friday. All afternoon you had been waiting to punch out and go home. Luckily you were working in a facility closer to Witwicky, which meant you were able to walk back to your apartment without Dorothy having to pick you up.

The music of this world was vastly different then your own, but you were finding the songs that stuck with you and with headphones in, you were on your way back home. Your heart hoped that your "guardian" would be there, waiting for you to return so you could finally talk to him about your feelings. The sky was a vibrant blue with only a few clouds in sight but even those were wispy and transparent.

You'd thought all week about what you wanted to say to him, if you wanted to tell him the truth which included telling him you didn't think you could handle it or if you wanted to lie and let him down easy. It filled you with despair to think about that scenario, lying to him and potentially messing up any future at all that included him in it. All you knew is you did feel the same but that thought terrified you. The thought of having to leave him one day squeezed on your heart, it was a deep and dull pain in your chest. Your lungs would shrink and feel itchy and small when you thought too much about what your life would look like after you made it back to your world. It would be dim and colorless, knowing there was a world where you were seemingly unquestionably wanted. His confession proved that to you.

You fidgeted with your fingertips as a love song played though the headphones. Relating to the longing, you felt your heart speed up with the rhythm. All you could think of was him while the song played but as the end chorus came to a close and the shop came into view from the narrow trail you were on, you took notice of the lack of a tall gray mech who had been standing outside of your home just that morning.

For the last week, every day you had come back to him leaning on the brick building, mind taken up by a "data pad" in his hands. A wave and small smile was what you'd been met with and even yesterday he had signed up as being your own personal elevator, saving you the walk up your stairs by carrying you up to your balcony, you'd kept the key on you today just in case he'd offer. But not seeing him or his alt mode anywhere on your lawn made your heart whimper.

Trudging to your stairs, you slowly walked up, stopping on your landing and listening for the sound of a helicopter anywhere in the distance. Once you entered your home, you ripped off your shoes, headed for the kitchen, and grabbed a glass of water. A dryness entered your mouth like you had just swallowed a handful of cotton balls. Sipping on the water, you took a moment to let the disappointment wash over you. After waiting for a few minutes, hoping to hear the sound of your guardian anywhere near your house, the idea of taking a shower to pass the time popped into your brain. You sighed and started towards your bathroom.

The water wasn't hot enough when you hopped in, but you figured the shock of the cold would bring your common sense back. You felt it shooting down your shoulders and arms, but all it brought was a sting instead of a comforting shock back to reality. As the water started to heat up, you felt the feeling of the stinging go away in your arms and instead the regular feeling of water running off your head onto your shoulders took its place. You stood there like that for a while, watching the water circle the drain, feeling every droplet on your hair. It was almost overwhelming.