Ctrl and X.
I had used this shortcut a million times since I learned how to use a computer. The keyboard command to cut a piece of text and hold it until you paste it somewhere else.
Of the millions of lines of codes I'd written, it was muscle memory for me to press those two keys.
It was the last thing I would ever touch. It only took one hand. Two fingers. The screen was bright as the lines of text illuminated the desk before me. The flower I kept as a reminder of her, was bathed in the light. The petals were all dead now, shriveled to a crisp, but I could still smell the faint perfume it exuded.
It smelled like her. Sweet and light. It smelled like her hair, the few times I stood close enough that it wafted from her into the air I breathed. It was light like her little voice, as unsure and nervous as she was when she first arrived, even when she began to trust me. Her light voice was what drew me in, and her unrelenting kindness made me fall more and more in love with her. When she said she'd tend my wounds and when she said she liked me too.
She wanted to take me from paradise in the same silly way she was. Her voice was always small, but as she came to trust the others, to listen to the lies of the one who stole her from me, and she stopped believing me and The Savior, she words hurt me. But they weren't said from anger.
It was pity. Something tells me. The blinding pain of my headache returns and I try to fight him. I have to. He won't be the one to do this. It has to be me.
He is trying to come back. He knows what's coming. He was within me when I created the security system. He told me not to. Somehow he knew what would happen.
The bad side of me knew everything. He was the darkness that my Savior told me to embrace. He was the one who chose MC in the first place. I was the one who spoke to her, but he was always there, lurking deep in the darkest parts of my mind. Waiting.
It hurt so bad. But at least MC is safe. She had to be taken from me, taken by that redhead and the hypocrite. But at least she doesn't have to watch me now. At least she can live on, and maybe, someday, she might even miss me.
There's only ten seconds left.
Everyone else was gone, evacuated from the compound hours ago, I was the only one to stay, the one to go down with paradise. I want my last thought to be of her. My MC. My first and last love. The one who was going to save me.
I am sorry, my Savior. For not being good enough.
I am sorry, my MC. I am sorry that I couldn't save you in time.
I love you, MC.