Clockwork

Ch 1: Breakdown

(First person)
I was fully charged now, sitting by a window in the great clock. The war has destroyed over half the once tech filled city. All I could see now was despair and tents and grey, polluted skies. The boy came in and started cleaning without a word. He had been assigned to clean my prison because he begged for money or a job out by city hall. They soon got annoyed and gave him one. On his first day, he tried to talk to me, not knowing I could not speak. He kept talking though. Soon he figured it out and came and went in silence. He interrupted my thoughts and said," if you want, I could make you a chip that allows you to talk." I turned and stared at him. He kept his serious face on while working. I stood and he looked at me. I smiled and nodded in agreement. He lit up and stated," I'll get right to work then!" He grabbed some spare clock bits and started at his new assignment. I leaned over his shoulder and watched. I was impressed at his fast hand movement, but I soon grew bored and decided to finish his original job, seeing as he was doing something so nice for me. After I finished, I turned to see him holding a chip and smiling. I smiled back and let him open the little door containing gears on my waist. I blushed a little, but it was soon over. He gently closed it and stated," There! Give it a minute and then talk! You can say anything now!" I beamed. I waited a second and opened my mouth to speak, and closed it again, smiling. " No! Did it not work?! I can fix it I swear! I didn't mean to just trick you I'm truly sorry!!" He teared up and reached for my waist to take it out, and I pressed on his hand gently so he couldn't open it. "?" He flustered. I blushed, and pulled his hand around my waist and hugged him. "Thank you." I whispered. My new voice was soft and friendly. It spoke the words,'sorrow,' 'love,' 'hope,' 'last,' 'ballet,'and 'gleaming faces'
I loved it. It defined me. I shed a tear, my last one. He blushed, but quickly embraced me back, knowingly.
After we released each other, we talked. I didn't have much to tell, but he did, and I listened. He told me of his two younger sisters and mother. He told of the war and his deceased father, and of seeing me up in my tower, and feeling alone for me. I blushed and was thoughtful during these parts, not knowing I had been watched by others. He said they now told fables about her and her people, and their deeds. Some though she was dangerous, some thought she was created by angels. I smiled and giggled. No, just a lonely old man. I told him of my own backstory, not that there was much to tell. He listened, however, intently. I blushed as he marveled at my back story. "It's not much..." I claimed. "Oh but it is!!" He said, coming closer. I smiled and blushed as his intent fade softened to a loving one. "I-I feel that I need to protect you..." He came closer. He noticed soon enough, and backed away, as if scared. He stood and backed to the door, saying, "well I best go get dinner for my family and all. B-bye!" He blushed and smiled more. He scooted out the door and shut it gently. Leaving me with his sent of copper and stale bread, and the feel of his breath next to my cheek. I closed my eyes, remembering the scent and feel.