Who knows if tomorrow will even come?
The metallic clink of Blue Cop’s pedes echoed through the silent cemetery. The flowers he held looked strange against the ancient moss covered stone engraved with the name Jun Grant.
At first, he had visited every week,then it became months, years, and eventually decades. Even after all this time, he still found it hard to process a grief that lasted so long. In his processors, the memories remained vivid. He remembered the first time he met Jun. He remembered the first time the blue haired boy looked at him and said that Blue Cop was his friend
“Hello, Jun” Blue Cop whispered to the wind…”My internal clock says it has been one thousand two years, three months, and…five days. The city is taller now, you wouldn't recognize the skyline” he looked toward the shimmering horizon. The city was beautiful but a heavy sadness settled in his core because his best friend was no longer there to watch it with him
He looked up at the night sky….his optical sensors zooming into the deep vacuum of space. There…he saw a map of everyone he had ever loved. The night breeze felt so cold
“My servos are locking up" he admitted smiling bitterly, his joints whining in groan of metal fatigue "The rust is deep, &my systems are failing. I will keep the promise until my core finally flickers to dark. Then i will join you and everyone else, wait for me Jun, I'll see you in the constellation soon”
He held the Metal Breath…now cold and turned to stone tightly against his chassis, feeling the weight of a thousand years finally coming to an end.
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