Cold. He is always cold. He's lifeless. He looks untouched. He looks stiff, yet soft. Why is he like this? I don't know. Is he not a robot? An android? Something completely un-human. Does he love me? He clamins to love me. Although, Actions speak louder than words. I laid back down next to him, wrapped my arms around his waist, letting my head fall on his shoulder, my lips grazing over his cold neck. "Spock," I exhaled, breathlessly and innocently on his neck, the words teasing his ear, soft, cool, and quietly. I fell to sleep, noticing my body fits just perfect with his.
I awoke hours later and saw Spock sitting at the edge of the bed. An emotional pain shot through my chest. My voice was weak and pathetic sounding from just waking up.
"Do you love me, Spock?" I asked.
An immediate, automated response came back from him. "Yes, Jim, I do." He said as always.
"Are you okay?" I couldn't help myself from asking.
There was no response.
Finally, something.
"I- do not know what is happening to me." Spock responded, this time, it was full of more... emotion.
"What do you mean?" I asked, what could possibly be wrong.
No response.
"You can tell me, you can tell me anything." I was trying to coax it out of him.
Spock turned around and I wish he hadn't. He looked terrible, like I've never seen him before. The front of his hair was all messed up, his face was blushing a feverish green, under his eyes were dark, he looked out of it. His face was wet. Crying. Spock. Crying.
"I do not know what is wrong with me." He said once more.
A sharp pain hit my chest again, this time it was different. "Come here," I said. But he wouldn't move, and remained sitting on the edge.
"Come here, Spock, and that's an order." I finally said, having no other choice.
Spock immediately fell into me, his tears made my neck damp, his tears- a foreign feeling to us both. "Tell me what's wrong," I whispered, immediately wrapping my arms around him, beginning to stroke his back and wipe his tears away. Warmth. Human. His breathing was uneven. I feel bad, guilty. And I don't know why.
What is wrong, Spock?
Please tell me.