Her body fell swiftly from the building but than a hand reached from the top and griped onto hers tightly and wouldn't let her fall.
" Dita," Zima said not releasing his grip around her small wrist, almost falling off himself, " I'm not letting go of you."
" Why?" Dita asked, dumbfounded by this course of action he was taking. There was a brief pause as he stared at her with his god pretty eyes.
" I've decided," he mumbled seriously, " that I don't love Chi, I was deluding myself from the person I really love."
" Who is it?" Dita asked not really getting his point.
" Dita," Zima said nervously finally able to pull her up, " she is someone that has been very close to me from the very beginning."
" Someone very close to you?" Dita puzzled, cocking her head slightly.
" Yes," Zima answered his voice getting husky and tight, " all my love was focused in one direction this whole time I just never realized who it was, that person for me, so I thought it was Chi, but I never suspected it was the person that was always by my side, the persocom."
" The persocom?" Dita yet again questioned.
" She was created at the same time that I was," Zima said chuckling to himself a little, " you could say that we kind were created for the same purpose."
" Created for the same purpose?" Dita mumbled blushing.
" And she is the most cutest persocom," he added smirking, " especially when she's really angry."
" Zima…I…" she started.
" You don't have to say anything, Dita love." Zima said in a really calm tone that even Dita was surprised to see as he covered her mouth with his right hand. She knew that she would trust him and not say a word.
" I am not going to dump you for someone that is already in love," Zima said a little bit of a cracking in his voice, " you are the one for me and only me."
He moved his had and placed the opposite hand on her jawbone that was moving as her mouth was agape, trying to say what she knew that she wanted to say but her mouth wouldn't let her speak.
" I love you, Dita," he said promptly, knowing that this is the decision that he knew he wanted, " no one else."
" No," she gasped, finally able to speak, " this has to be a dream!"
" How is it a dream?" Zima asked.
" I know this shouldn't be happening," Dita shouted defiantly, " I'm dead."
Everything became blurry at that point, the whole world was spinning. The world was one giant top that never stopped.
" Dita," a familiar voice cried out to her, " Dita don't leave me!"
The persocom woke in a hospital, Zima sitting in a seat next to her bed. White wrapping tightened all around her body, her head, all around her legs and arms.
" Zima." the injured persocom gasped.
" Dita," Zima murmured softly, " I'm right here, I'm not leaving you."
" Mr. Zima." the nurse said getting his attention. He turned his head to the nurse, Dita now noticing, now that she was conscious, that Zima was clasping onto her hand.
" I think she just barely made it," she sighed, " that building was pretty tall, in fact I've never seen a persocom that jumped from that height and lived before."
The nurse noticed that she was blabbering and summed up what she was going to say into one sentence.
" She should take it easy for awhile and avoid jumping off tall buildings." the nurse said, chuckling at the last part as if was hilarious and than walking out of the room.
" Are you okay, Dita?" Zima asked.
" Yeah, but…" Dita started but couldn't quite finish her sentence.
" What is it Dita?" Zima asked obviously really concerned at this point.
" It's just that I had this weird dream while was out of it." Dita said, almost saying it to herself as if Zima wasn't there and she was saying it to herself.
" So what was it about?" he asked, yet another question.
" Well," she said almost blushing, but she was a persocom of course so blushing was impossible, " it involved me and you."
" Let me guess," Zima said playfully, trying to lighten the intense mood, " you were dreaming about me."
" Uh," Dita stuttered, trying to muster up all of her strength, " it wasn't exactly like that."
" Than what?" he questioned her, still not being serious.
" You didn't think of Chi that way," Dita shouted, balancing her body on the thin hospital bed, " you loved me instead!" Zima silently looked away.
" I love you, Zima," Dita mumbled, " and I don't want you to love anyone else but me."
" Are you sure you didn't hit your head too hard, Dita love?" he asked, acting as if he hadn't heard what she just said.
" Of course not!" she exclaimed angrily.
" Did I ever tell you how cute you are when you're angry?" he said playfully.
" You idiot!" she yelled, her fist flying towards the male persocom.
" Am I now." Zima said calmly, catching her small wrist in his hand and pulling her into an embrace.
" Zima." Dita mumbled blushing.
" We better get you out of this hospital." Zima chimed pulling her onto a wheelchair and pushing her to the Exit.
" Zima!" Dita struggled.
" I prefer you over any persocom, Zima said easily, " now let's go out to eat or something, I'm starving." Dita shrugged.
I'm sorry I have to lie to you Dita, Zima thought, I don't want to tell her the truth or she might get hurt againA/N: I love Dita/Zima together! Please give a review please (I don't care if you hate it). Please tell me, I'm not sure. Do you think I should continue this fic? (review and tell me)