I couldn't believe it—childish glee rippled through me as I slid the key into the lock. This was it, our home, our actual home, a place I hadn't seen in five decades. Aside from a little mess, it was exactly as I remembered. I couldn't believe it.
I moved from room to room. We'd have to restock the fridge. There was a hum, and then the lights flickered to life. I guessed Alex had restored the power. He joined me, and the beat of heavy rock music filled the space. His hands found my waist, and right there, in the middle of the room, we danced.
"So what do we do now?" I asked as my eyes met his, for the first time in a while I saw that same shine, the one I'd fallen in love with. My Alex. Somehow, we were home, back where we had started before all of this began.
It took us a week to get the house in order, but in that short time, Alex found happiness, and that made all the difference to me. He had this incredible ability to make my life easier, to make everything feel right. We knew each other in ways most people never could. We could read each other perfectly, communicate more in a look, an action, or a simple gesture than we ever could in words.
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Whispers of the Diamond: A Romance of Memory and Desire
RomanceIn a dystopian future where consciousness can be transferred into cloned bodies, Alex and Terra, once lovers torn apart by death and circumstance, find themselves on opposite sides of a conflict. Alex, a disillusioned agent of the oppressive Transco...
