Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)

by Faulty Paragon

2B and 9S, on a journey to find meaning in a world which no longer holds purpose, told in alphabetized snapshots. Post-game, spoiler heavy.

12. Chapter 12

Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)

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As flowers bloom, spring returning once more, he wilts inside.

Sometimes, her eyes go dark, eyes which are so beautiful he can scarcely blink; but when they go dark, filling with anguish which he can't possibly describe, all he can do is watch as she closes herself off once more.

He finds a winter rose, one day when she remains silent. Its petals remind him of her hair- silvery, fair.

She looks at him, eyes dark. Walks away. He leaves the rose behind, chases after her strong frame, grabs hold of a hand trembling far too much for anything to be okay.