Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.
A/N: This story is set in between the first Matrix and Reloaded.
The world was gone. All gone. Flown away, speckles of dust and crumpled litter in a high wind. Only the dust was left, and the tracks of the light.
He had left, gone without a trace, so there wasn't much of a world to Zephyr. He was what kept her going, he always talked about purpose, and without him she felt she had none. Deep in her heart, she knew that the idea was ludicrous; she did not need him to live, that smooth, sadistic program. She did not need anyone that would leave her in the flutter of an eyelash like that, leaving her alone and fighting off a shit storm of tears.
She looked around the room with eyes that held no life, she was not really seeing. The memories were playing in front of her eyes, plunging her deeply, painfully into the past. A tear coursed down her cheek, and dripped off her chin, landing silently on her hand, leaving its silent splash mark of pain.
All that time, wasted. He said he hated humans, but he had acted more human today than ever. He had been irrational, simply leaving on a whim.
Zephyr hated him. Hated his name, hated his face. She hated his gorgeous, azure eyes. She sighed deeply and looked around, really seeing for the first time.
"God damn you." She spat, trying so desperately to feel angry at him, but only feeling her love, seeming stronger than ever.
She had taken care of him, when he needed her. He had been so weak, so god damn pathetic and drivelling. He had been reluctant to let her help him at first, but he was so weak and strength less, he had finally let himself be helped. This was the thanks she got for helping him in his time of need?. She would show him, she would show him that she did not deserve to be treated this way.
Zephyr picked herself up off the dusty floor, but as soon as she stood, her strength abandoned her. She fell to her knees, kicking up a plume of dust. Then the real tears came, flowing from her eyes and drizzling down her wet, swollen cheeks.
Her whole body was shaking violently as she cried, she brought her hands up to her face with some effort, but they offered no comfort, they were shuddering like the rest of her.
She let herself fall sideways onto the dusty floor, still crying and shaking forcefully in a shape similar to the foetal position.
The wind gusted outside, and Zephyr sat up shakily, the tears had stopped now, but her whole face was swollen with the force they had brought.
She was looking deeply at the ground, as if the particles of dust resting there silently interested her deeply. Eventually, she turned her face away, looking towards the door to which Smith had left through.
She viewed that door with contempt, she hated it's battered, rusty look.
She stood up, and for the moment her weak and shaky legs supported her weight. She moved to the large glass window and looked out with green eyes that were full of pain.
"It was not wise to leave it this way, Smith, it was not wise to hurt me. Not wise at all."