Chapter 9
-Everlasting Passion-
The sound of string vibrating fills the roomy dormitory. Though not a pleasant sound; it's the sound of an amateur pianist. Not his fault; the robot has a long way to go before playing like Eve--in a way that would relax the most anxious of men, even robots afflicted with the taste of insanity—like herself.
"Wall-e..." Nodding her head and smiling, she looks at him sitting on the wooden stool, trying to play the grand instrument.
"E-vah done?" He reaches for her hands and gawks into her with puppy eyes.
"Yes...done." No matter how late in the night, she is determined to celebrate their anniversary together. Without bitterness and without intrusions. Poor Wall-e deserves it. He has been quite patient.
Eve slides next to him and warms up with some scales. With eyes closed, savoring the breeze fluttering inside through the crystal window; disturbing the tranquility of the maroon drapes, she strikes the ivory keys with her slender fingers to the tune of Moonlight Sonata. The marvelous sound of the piano flows like the smooth wind throughout their room that is lit by a silver satellite sparkling above in the azure heavens.
"Whoa..." Breath taken by her astonishing talent, Wall-e wraps his arms on her, kissing her cheek, feeling closer to her. Inebriation by thousand-year-old genius of a master is a rarity in this society, where mediocrity and simplicity drown the minds of the oblivious, the feeble-minded, and the idiotic. Fortunately, Wall-e and Eve appreciate the aesthetic of the authentic and the original.
So pleasant everything develops. They are a Romeo and Juliet, for they were unlikely for each other; being born into different levels of the caste system. Him a trash compactor; her a sleek retriever. Even when their differences clashed they fought to stay together, to never let go no matter what happened. But their love story had a happy ending, and now they are here, enjoying life with one another.
Eve strikes the last note of the sonata and Wall-e remains in his seat, lovedrunk.
"E-vah." Saying her name, he rolls on over to the crimson bed.
Eve bleeps, raising an eye, unsure of what he is doing. Then he pats the bed.
"Oh." She hovers to the bed too and sits next to him, kissing and holding hands. They kiss longer—with more passion. Intimacy, not lust, rushes inside their robotic circuits. Touched by the staggering splendor of each other, they lie on the bed, eyes fixed on each other. Their metal bodies shine as bright as the universe of twinkling wonders above in the sky. Just pondering of how robots, the children of humanity, came to need love and give it is a wondrous amazement.
He stares at her white body, marveling at the beauty while sliding his finger as she giggles. She stares into his sparky eyes.
"Wall-e..." Eve whispers, stroking her smooth fingers on his eyes, her voice as soothing as the breeze, awe-struck by his innocent eyes and radiant coat of yellow. He is more handsome than the first time she met him, but no matter his appearance, she will never seize to love him.
"E-vah..." He feels the warmth of her love rush through his insides. For him, the starry sky is unmatched by her incredible grace. Her blue eyes shining brighter than the stars; her beautiful body symmetry that would incite lovelorn in mortal men; all that is her.
...and he will die. Eve remembers the remembers his aggravating it is, when one is in euphoria, the grotesque and the perturbing intrude the eyes turn into sad crescents, the shape of an incomplete moon. She releases herself from his clench and gazes at him with worry.
"E-vah?" Wall-e says, concerned as to why she is sad in a moment like this.
"Wall-e." She squeezes his hand. "I love you." Eve hopes she will never have to let go. She loves him too much. Living life without him would be unthinkable, for he is her strength and her purpose. She would renounce a life, and go with him and rest in the Sheol of oblivion.
"I...love you." Correct pronunciation in so long. Caressing her love with his hand, Wall-e presses his recorder button. A familiar song plays, buzzing inside their heads. It Only Takes a Moment ; their song, the song that symbolizes their intercourse.
"Oh Wall-e..." Eve's eyes twinkle white light, hinting of her weeping. This song reminds her of the unforgettable resurrection of Wall-e. It was the turning point of her life.
"E-vah sad?"
"Far from it..." It is the sadness of joy, the indescribable feeling two souls experience when they know they've found each other; soul mates. The feeling that makes existence worth bearing.
"Oh..." He whimpers with her. They hold each other tighter and cry. Yes, it is good for them. This is love. Something beyond what skeptical minds have not grasped but hastily classify, comparing it to insanity and intoxication. Love is beyond human comprehension. Beyond the laws of nature and the laws of man. Beyond the boundaries of reality and parameters of existence.
"...And that is all..."
"What love's about."
Asleep under the stars with each other. This was truly one memorable anniversary that will live in their memories for years to come. In the end, it only took them a moment to be loved, but that moment was everlasting. They have lived through epochs of resurrection, revolution, and even the degeneration of civilization. They have seen many things. They have lost friends. But one thing remains. Can you guess what it is?
A/N: There is something I must confess to you all. It may sound odd or ridiculous, but I cried writing this chapter; it left me dumbfounded. This seemed like a good ending, but this is still just the beginning. I've dedicated so much into this story. I hope my efforts aren't in vain. By the way, intercourse is a different word for relationship, not mating.