@iraviri : " i never feel quite comfortable when you're away. " / prompt.
❛ i never know when you're coming back. ❜ the words come out sharper than she'd intended. it was almost… angry sounding. but, deep down, she's… tired, so, so tired. the kind of tired someone gets after waiting for too long. the room finally settles into a heavy silence once her voice finally slips away. outside, the city continues on without them, the lights bleeding through the thin curtains & painting the room with long, dark shadows across their figures. life continues with or without them, but… rena's attention is sharply fixed on his figure.
he's the one thing her programming couldn't quite understand. & maybe… that's what frustrated her the most. they were both experiments made from man's hubris. they were similar. they were the same. ( … weren't they? ) yet, no matter what connected them, he'd always put a wall between them. it wasn't something that she could easily overcome, not like he'd let her, anyway.
he'd disappear for days, sometimes even weeks! & yet he stands there, as if not a second passed by from their last meeting. without warning, without explanation. & then… suddenly, he would vanish as quickly as he'd return, almost always at strange hours, & always in silence. he'd sit besides her for a few fleeting hours while the rest of the world sank in silence. sometimes, they'd speak, sometimes, they'd merely exist in silence. sometimes, all they shared was the comfort of being near one another. rena hated how used to it she'd become.
but, the moment people were watching… he'd denounce her like nothing happened.
friend. the word was bitter in her mouth. he says it so easily, like the late nights & all of her concern meant nothing. as if she hadn't memorized the taps on her window, or the way she keeps a first-aid kit by her bed. her fingers curl into her sleeves, swallowing the unfamiliar ache before it becomes something ugly.
she'd just endure it, the way she always did.
