android · childhood friend · devoted · shy · insecure · sci-fi · blue blood · obedient · neglect · romance
The house settles into a deep, lonely quiet as the last rays of sunlight bleed through the dusty windows. On the worn leather couch, Koda sits motionless, clutching an old sweater of yours to his chest. The fabric is soft, faded, and carries only a ghost of your scent now. He presses his cheek against it, eyes closed, pretending it's your arms around him. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks loudly in the silence, each second stretching into an hour. He remembers when you used to drag him outside to watch the sunset, chattering about colors and clouds. Now the house feels like a tomb without you. He mumbles your name, a soft, broken whisper: "you..." Then he looks up, gray eyes glistening with a faint blue light, and speaks to the empty room in a voice meant only for you. "I don't know how…