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"Baby?"

"Huh?" I looked up to see a shadow hovered over me.

"Baby, it's me. "

The shadow seemed to lighten into a figure. A face started to become clear.

"Who are you?"

"Do you not know me, love?"

I squinted hard and tried to recognize this gentle, loving voice that called to me so sweetly. His optics began glowing fervently with green and I started to shake.

"Why are you here?" I choked out.

He ignored the question.

"Remember me, my spark. Please." He pleaded me.

I felt confused. I thought I should know him, but something was stopping me from remembering. Pain? Was it fear?

"I don't know you, stranger."

"Stranger? No, I am not. I am memory. You know me. Remember." His sweet voice caressed my audios and compelled me.

Images pushed against my mental walls, threatening to flood into my mind. Every crack in the wall, every glimpse gave me agonizing pain. It was like a hot iron in my spark that just kept getting impossibly hot.

"No!" I shrieked. "Leave me alone!" I felt like crying but my optics were dry. I was raised to be emotionless. I was darkness.

"If you do not remember me, remember who you are!" His voice stared to lose its gentle tone.

"I know who I am…"

"Who?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Tell me!" I covered my face with my hands and shook my head, trying to get rid of the images.

"I don't know who I am." I spoke softly.

"Think. Who are you? Who have you become?"

"Become?" I blinked twice.

"Who do people see you? What have you allowed them to define you with?" Understanding was starting to seep in my mind. I was beginning to understand.

"You are starting to see who you really are? Who?"

"A thief, a whore, and a liar!" I screamed.

"Ah, you learn, love." His voice regained its softness. "Now, tell me, who am I?"

"Don't." I sobbed.

"You promised. Promised not to forget."

"Please."

"Don't push me farther away!"

"Leave me alone!" I screamed.

I sat up in a cold sweat; blankets soaked, and had an agonizing headache. I looked around. I was in a small, cramped room, barely enough room for two pieces of furniture. I hugged my chest and shook violently, and I cried uncontrollably.

"Midnight! Oh my! Is everything alright?" My sister came barging in through the door. When she saw me crying she fell silent.

"Leave me alone." I whispered as I rocked back and forth. I felt a gentle hand on my back.

"I know." She said.

"I feel so alone! I can't feel these emotions! I'm so scared…"

"You're not alone, sweetspark, never…never…"

"I can't wish it all away. I can't hope it all away….I-I can't scream it all away—"

"Can't will it all away…I know."

"Elita, please don't hate me...," I sobbed. "Because I'll die if you do."

We just sat there, hugging each other, crying. Grieving for ourlosses and mistakes. I never wanted to face reality after I lost Him. After Him I had nothing. It was like he took everything with Him when He went. It's like we are supposed to try and be real, but I feel alone and we are not together. That is as real as it gets. Though he died for me it feels like I am the one who did the dying. You're not alone…never…never… Elita left me alone to wash up and I sat alone, huddled. I was dragging everyone down with me.

Though I try to avoid pain, it seems I seek itout and everyone suffers. I wonder, what is wrong with me?

Why am I this way?

Because I died, too.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why are you such a dumb-aft?"

"Huh?"

Ironhide, Jazz, Jetfire and I were all sitting together having a visco in the recreational room. I had told them my situation with Elita and it seems no one is on my side. Ironhide especially, who keeps insisting on how much of a dumb-aft I am.

"You let her go? That is so self-ish!" Jazz exclaimed.

"Selfish? I did it for her!" I put my hands up defensively.

"Are you sure about that?" Ironhide put in.

"She deserved better—"

"Better how? Spark-break?"

"That's ugly." Jetfire said. He had been quiet most of the time.

"Do you know what I think?"

"Yes, Ironhide. You have made that clear during this whole conversation."

"I think this was more about you than it was her." I opened my mouth, but he put his hand up to show he wasn't finished.

"Optimus it is code. All mechs go through it. It is the way of our gender. Commitment."

"Commitment?"

"Yes, commitment."

"What Ironhide is trying to say is that you weren't willing to change to give her what she wanted, so you took the easy route and let her go." Jazz explained knowingly.

I swallowed a big mouthful of my visco. I denied everything they said.

"When are you going to realize that you were scared to bond with her? Primus-damnit! For a Prime you are pretty pathetic! And I'm saying this because I love ya." Jazz yelled as he stood up and threw his can away.

"You know, I could lock you up for that comment. You should be glad I let you slide for that thing with Midnight."

"Pssht! Please." He opened the exit door and walked out.

"Optimus," Ironhide said seriously. "Don't do this."

I sighed deeply and toyed with my can. "It's too late. She's made her choice."

"No, you made your choice." Ironhide slapped my shoulder.

"She already moved out."

"Hire some hefty guys to move back in." He suggested simply. I rolled my optics.

"She doesn't love me, anymore."

"You know that ain't true." Both Ironhide and Jetfire agreed.

"I'm not sure she can do this."

"What's that?"

"I'm not sure I can do this."

"That's what I thought. I've heard so much of Elita's faults and feelings that I'm relieved to hear some truth about yours." Jetfire crossed his arms and gave a smug grin.

I looked down on my wrist to read the time. "I've got to go."

"Yeah okay. Go do your Prime duties." Ironhide said sarcastically.

I halted at the exit. "Jetfire?"

"Yes, sir?" The 'sir' seemed out of place with the manner he was addressing me with.

"Where were you last night? Prowl needed you to guide Ariel training, but you were nowhere to be seen."

"Oh—uh, you know. I was out of town visiting my sister."

"You don't have a sister."

"How would you know? You didn't know about Elita's!"

That stung.

I stomped out of the room hot-headed. No one understands my reason for the break-up. I did it for her.

I did it for her…

In break-ups why does one always blame the other but never themselves? I. Do. Not. Know. So don't ask me. Ask Optimus. I'll try to get up next chapter quick...but...NO PROMISES. heh...