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Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Zeta Project'. I do not own any of its characters. I deeply appreciate Robert Goodman as the creator of 'The Zeta Project' and all 'The Zeta Project' team. So it's just a fanfic.
As English is not my native language, I want to thank Anime and Manga Lover for her editing help on this chapter.
In this story Zee has a material covering over his synthoid's body. More details about this idea, you can find in Chapter Three of book 1 of my fanfic 'You Need Me".
At Sunset
By Iglika
Ro's point of view
I thought he knows, I thought he would be…
Never mind.
No!
I couldn't be reconciled.
How did he manage to make me believe that he was right!
Well, I knew he had a strong influence over me, but I never thought he had such a strong influence over me that he was able to change my mind.
Actually…
He had managed to change my mind so many times.
But I had an influence over him too!
I thought when we left the hospital's roof, he was agreeing that our running is not only dangerous, but also fun, he even joked that he obviously had a lot of exercising to do.
And then suddenly…this…
I slammed the door behind me.
I was home.
Home?
No, this wasn't my home. This was the last hotel room we were living in.
I sat on the bed, I put my two long forelocks of my short blonde hair behind my ears, and I leaned my face against my hands.
I couldn't believe I did it.
I left.
I allowed him to convince me that running with him was just too dangerous for me.
No, it couldn't be true.
I thought we would stay together at least till the next century.
I didn't touch my knapsack.
Pack, unpack…
That was stupid, I only had a few things, everything was in my cred counter, I had a lot of money...he had given me so much creds…
I fell backward, lying on my back and looking fixedly at the ceiling.
I didn't need his creds.
I needed him.
I wanted him to open that door, enter that room and be with me, like always.
I closed my eyes.
No.
I would not cry.
Why should I?
It was my decision to leave.
He couldn't make me do something that I absolutely did not want to. As soon as I did it, that meant I wanted it.
No!
I didn't want it!
He merely used my natural, subconscious fear, my stupid girlish fear.
That low fear, that mean-spirited instinct of self-preservation.
First - it was IU7 who attacked us, then Wade's bodyguard wanted to kill us and plus all the dangerous situations from the day I met Zee.
Zee…
I found myself whispering his name and even the sound of it obscured my eyes with tears.
Well, maybe if I let myself cry a little bit, maybe then it would be easier for me to forget Zee.
Maybe I would be able to forget how he promised me to find me again when he wins his freedom. Maybe if I let myself cry I would forget how he assured me he'll come back to me soon, as he can run faster when he's alone. How he persuaded me he knows enough, because I had taught him enough already and now he was able to take care of himself.
It was sunset outside. I could see the yellow-orange reflections of the sun on the walls of the room.
I have never had the time to watch the sunsets before I met Zee and it wasn't because I didn't have the time. It was because I didn't want to find time. Sunsets made me sad. I didn't like to watch them. They meant a feeling of home, a feeling of that quite, calm time of the day, when the family comes together. I didn't remember how my parents looked like, I didn't remember if my mother was a home wife or if she worked as well, but I had that feeling inside me that at sunset, by the time when the sky becomes yellow, orange and red, my family was around me, and I felt safe, I felt happy.
I felt happy with Zee.
I felt safe with him.
And we loved watching the sunsets.
He is such a romantic type of guy; he used each second, when we weren't pursuited, to enjoy the nature around him. He had a whole gallery of sunset's pics, saved in his memory, from each place we ever been in. Sunsets over mountains and rivers, over towns and cities, over forests and meadows or over the ocean.
Sunsets from a plain's window, or from a bus' window, from a train's window, from a boat deck-light or sunsets in the desert, while we traveled by car.
He said…he said we'll make a real gallery one day, a family album, which will remind us of all of the beautiful moments we had together.
All of the beautiful moments we had together he said.
A family album he said.
A family album?
What did that mean?
He didn't plan to live without me forever, right? He meant that I would continue to be his family as I have been so far.
But…back then; when he had said this, I said nothing, I was so embarrassed but I was also so happy that he had said all this, that I was unable to say a word.
I didn't say a word even when he promised me he'll come back and find me when he'll win his freedom, it was because I was so confused by the implied meaning of his words.
But…
How did he interpret my silence? Maybe he thought that I didn't want him to come back, that I didn't want him to find me again.
Brave and intelligent girl!
No!
Stupid coward!
I was a stupid coward!
I didn't dare say what his words meant to me, I didn't dare say that my only dream, my only wish is to have him by my side. Forever.
I didn't answer his careful hints, which he had made so politely and so gently.
And then we just said 'goodbye', like we wouldn't meet each other again…
I came up off the bed, I wiped away my tears and I began walking nervously back and forth in the room.
No, that was impossible, I had lost him, he had continued his race alone, it was so hard for the NSA to trace him even when I was with him, there was no way for me to find him.
Our lives are a result of our decisions. No one could make something so terribly harsh and unfair than what we have made to ourselves.
I had taken that decision to leave him.
I had said nothing on how much I needed him.
And I had lost him.
I looked around the room as if hoping to find some help somehow.
I wish you were here with me now, Zee.
What will I do with my time, how can I make my days worthwhile without you? My time is yours, my life is yours, I'm yours, Zee, didn't you know?
I approached the window and I leaned my shoulder against the frame.
At sunset.
I was alone at sunset.
to be continued…
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