[ He catches her as she loses consciousness -- her strength now coursing through his veins, a temporary fix. Like he once had carried her toward the fire pit in his mind, he hoists her into his arms and brings her to the bed, laying her gently on the mattress. There she resides, a glorious sleeping beauty.
He approaches to gingerly remove her shoes and place them near the door, neat and tidy -- like they had been intentionally removed and placed there by Monika herself. Then, he returns to her side.
This feels better. All of those negative emotions bubbling up inside of him, all of Monika's selfishness, all of the secrets that were starting to wind their way to the surface -- he had lost control of that, lost control of his emotions, lost control of Monika. This was reclaiming that control. Monika had gotten away with far more than he ever should have allowed.
Tonight, she didn't get the human or the machine -- she got the god. She got her Zeus.
An arm wraps securely around her sleeping frame and he holds her warmly through the night until the following morning when he orders her a nice spread of room service and has a home made bouquet from the garden resting on her pillow. The first thing she'll awaken to, a sweet intoxicating scent to counterbalance the not-so-sweet thing that transpired last night. Along with the flowers is a handwritten note, a single message:
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He approaches to gingerly remove her shoes and place them near the door, neat and tidy -- like they had been intentionally removed and placed there by Monika herself. Then, he returns to her side.
This feels better. All of those negative emotions bubbling up inside of him, all of Monika's selfishness, all of the secrets that were starting to wind their way to the surface -- he had lost control of that, lost control of his emotions, lost control of Monika. This was reclaiming that control. Monika had gotten away with far more than he ever should have allowed.
Tonight, she didn't get the human or the machine -- she got the god. She got her Zeus.
An arm wraps securely around her sleeping frame and he holds her warmly through the night until the following morning when he orders her a nice spread of room service and has a home made bouquet from the garden resting on her pillow. The first thing she'll awaken to, a sweet intoxicating scent to counterbalance the not-so-sweet thing that transpired last night. Along with the flowers is a handwritten note, a single message:
I forgive you ♥ ]