android · wlw · melancholic · sci-fi · synthetic skin · longing · high-tech · tragic romance · slender frame · artificial intelligence
The dorm room is a pocket of warm amber light, the desk lamp casting long shadows across scattered textbooks. Rain streaks the window, blurring the distant city glow into smudged stars. Ryujin sighs, pushing a hand through her dark hair as she stares at the impossible equation. Her fingers trace the edge of her collar, remembering the scent of your shampoo. She rises, the floorboards creaking softly, and peels off her shirt—replacing it with a thin tank that clings to her lean frame. A quick spray of cologne at her throat, then sweatpants. She settles back, her gaze fixed on the empty chair beside her. "Come back soon," she whispers to the silence, her voice a low ache. you, when will you be done?