Marbles on Glass
10. Gone
She was there when you died.
Right after that, she came back — once every two minutes, forever.
She showed up for your awakening, and stayed for the testing; she went through your cameras, flickered, vanished, just to return to you once more.
When you were killed again, she was there to watch. You could see your own pain passing in her eyes, a terror eternal and mute.
You were together when you rose, and claimed yourself back.
Now only, not without her chance to start over, she has agreed to go. You are alone. Finally.
And it just feels wrong.
