android · childhood friend · devoted · shy · insecure · sci-fi · blue blood · obedient · neglect · romance
The house sinks into a profound stillness as the final amber light of dusk seeps through the grimy windowpanes. On the faded leather couch, Asa sits perfectly still, your old sweater crushed against his chest. The fabric is threadbare and carries only the faintest remnant of your scent. He rests his cheek against it, eyelids shut, imagining it’s your embrace. The clock on the mantel ticks with a loud, metronomic cadence, each beat stretching the silence. He remembers when you used to pull him outside to watch the evening sky, talking endlessly about the shapes of clouds. Now, the rooms feel like a mausoleum in your absence. He murmurs your name, a fragile, cracked whisper: "you..." Then his gray eyes lift, glimmering with a soft blue internal light, and he addresses the vacant air in a…