I never thought it would come to this. Me. Just a man, now holding on to the last thing to ever keep me sane. I looked down at her as I tightened my grip on her cold, nearly lifeless hand. All was cold, all but the warmth of the tears streaming down my cheeks. All that was going through my mind in this moment was that I failed her. I was too ignorant to come up with a treatment for her. Just as these doctors were. One of my tears dropped off of my cheek and on to her hand. She slowly turned her head to me as she used her last bit of strength to raise her other arm. She caressed my cheek with her hand and uttered a final " I love you ". Before I could reply the same her armed dropped and hung off the bed. The sound of the heart rate monitor made me realize that I had just lost the last bit of family I have.
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The Cold Touch of the Hand that Holds Mine
Science FictionGarett Johnson, a lonely inventor struggles with extreme depression after the loss of his mother and builds a human-like android he can interact with to keep himself sane.
