Her smile. That's the only thing I see whenever I close my eyes. It's
there in my dreams, and in my nightmares. When your beautiful, glowing
face would be crushed to a scared and desperate state, and I knew that
it was my fault.
All my fault. Everything.
I jerked myself awake. The cold, empty void of space greeted me with
the beauty of the planet Earth, spinning as it had and always will be
doing forever. I wish I could be doing something forever. Well, I am I
guess. Floating around in space and staring down at Earth is
something. And my body shows no signs of breaking. Secretly, I wish it
did though. I'd rather go to android hell then spend another moment
in space. That hell couldn't compare to my own hell: knowing that the
one you truly love is thousands, maybe millions, of miles away. Living
a normal, happy life with someone who she actually cares about.
Actually loves. Who would love me? Nobody would ever love stupid, old
Wheatley.
I've tried to make the rest of my life easier, you know. I've gone
over the happiest times in my life, which aren't very high. A lot of
my life was spent alone. You die the way you were born, I guess.
Alone, cold, feeling so close yet so far away from everyone who could
care about you, and wanting to start over.
Starting over.
Man alive, what I would give to start over. To rewind my life to the
moment you opened that bedroom door. I would give anything to see your
face one last time. To feel you hug me in your warm, assuring embrace.
When you first laughed. I miss that the most. I hope I never, ever
forget that moment. I try to only remember the moments when you were
happy. I missed your laughs and smiles. But it was all because of that
corruption. And that god awful Itch that drove me insane.
All I wanted was for you to be happy. I don't know what even came
over me. As soon as I took over the facility, I felt like a new
person. I felt overcame with power and greed. But the real Wheatley
was in there. I could feel it. The Wheatley you probably remember
wasn't me, I was there, trust me. You have no idea how many times I
wanted to stop everything, and just run away with you, and tell you
how much I love you. You have no idea how many times I wished I could
run into that test chamber and tell you I'm sorry. Because, a lot of
the times, you seemed genuinely hurt by the cruel things I said. I
even caught you crying a couple of times. Those were the worst parts.
I wish I could cry.
Thanks for reading, this is my first fanfiction