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it's on a train. beautiful lights blaze past in dazzling trails. its eyes cannot focus on them.
they focus on Her.
She's on the other side of the glass.
it looks down, averting its gaze. it toys with its finger.
popping it in, and out.
in,
and out.
and it thinks of Her. She's on the other side of its mind.
the train is an empty room. far too late for any other passengers. a room with no others but Her, standing in the opposite corner.
She stares into it.
the train thrums. its gears turn.
it doesn't look back through Her.
and when the train stops, it wobbles off, trudging its way home. She follows, from a distance.
it does not look back. its joints simply march it forward.
...
and it's home. and it's in its room.
a small room, lit only by faint digital lights bedazzling every other surface.
in the darkest corner, that which no light emanates from,
She stares at it.
it cannot avert its eyes from Her any longer.
a wonderful being, the perfect woman,
the perfect owner.
She's posed so prettily. it can't hold itself back. its gears grind against one another as it grinds itself against its hands.
the clock ticks, and the doll's gears tick faster.
they tick faster, and faster, and faster.
and then, they slow.
its perception of Her becomes blurry.
its eyes dart around wildly, they're trying to recapture the scene,
but She's gone.
She's far away.
too far away.
it can't see Her anymore.