It was an accident.
Nothing but an accident.

That's what I tried to make myself believe back then.
Nothing but an accident.
He wouldn't mind at all.

It all started on an uncertain Saturday morning. We just moved together a little ago, bought furniture, bought a big television for the living room and set up a serious amount of cables to get this place a little more futuristic - as he called it.
I didn't mind about some extra features, like light that changed its colours from time to time or refilling fridges. Some of these things were really useful. But behind all these dead tech something got hidden away. Something we never wasted a word about. Or even a thought. Something deep within his mind which was about to reach the surface, soon.