It's been nearly a month.
The boy in my arms is cold, and still.
I'm almost completely out of water. My limbs are stiff, and every part of my physical being is rusted. I can no longer make fluid motions.
I shut off my left lens shut days past. I don't want her to contact me; try to override my system.
I look down slowly, feeling parts of my neck crumble away as I do. They skid along metal, before they do tile.
His eyes are sunken and his skinny form has grown rail-thin and his mouth isn't smiling and his hands don't fumble with one another and he's..
He's so cold.
Max is so cold.
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Could I love you?
AcakA story about a messed up relationship between two servants. One is a human, the other's a robot. Spoiler: it ends badly. Warning: story contains violence, vague mentioning of non-con sexual acts, extreme emotional damage, and general sad stuff. I...
