Words

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A boy who lost everything.
A girl who gave away everything.
Darkness and hopelessness.
Lives are dictated by the world around them.
And love is immortal.

Submitted: June 13, 2017

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Submitted: June 13, 2017

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I once read, somewhere, that on the internet, all you have are your words.

Those words hold true, moreso even now.

All I have now are words.

No face.

No gestures.

Nothing but words.

Not even the internet to put them on.

Just words in my head, spinning around with no outlet.

And even that is lucky, for me.

Now I don’t even know what to do.

I would ask if I was insane, but unfortunately, I am completely sane.

Insanity sounds nice.

You don’t actually have to deal with anything.

Just Madness.

I once watched a TV show that had something to do with madness.

That there’s a bit of madness in everyone, and you can’t get rid of it. It’s what makes you Human.

Well, I guess I’m not human.

Cause I have no madness.

No, I’m too ‘perfect’ for that.

I suppose a machine would be a better description.

A programed entity that does as the program dictates with no margin for error.

Cyborg would be too lenient a term.

Robot too romantic.

Slave too human.

Maybe Computer would work.

The hardware they shoved into my skull and the software that runs it makes the term accurate.

All I’m missing is a keyboard.

An android with no emotions.

The perfect assassin.

Except I DO have emotions.

I have them.

They’re all I have left.

My emotions.

My memory.

In the end they’re all the same.

Just words.

 


 

And then, through my eyes, I saw him.

His face.

My hands, holding a dagger.

My hands, reaching for his throat.

Me, trying to kill him.

No.

NO.

I won’t.

I WON’T.

I Can’t.

I’d rather die than watch myself do this.

Stop.

STOP.

STOP.

I see my hands, holding a dagger.

That same dagger.

Pointing at me.

At my throat.

I’d rather die myself than let anyone kill him.

Even me.

Especially me.

I hear words.

It takes a second, but i realize I said them.

I feel water on my cheeks.

My vision blurs.

.

.

.

“I love you...”

 

Darkness.

 


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