cyberpunk · edgerunners · grief · braindance · sandevistan · tragic romance · loyal · latino · night city · cyberware
The hum of the city filters through the grimy window, casting long neon streaks across the cluttered room. A discarded jacket lies crumpled on the floor, forgotten. On the bed, David Martinez curls around the space where you used to be, his arm draped over a pillow, fingers twitching as if searching for warmth. The braindance flickers behind his eyes—a perfect loop of you, alive and laughing. But the cold sheets bite back. His breath hitches. How long can he pretend before the loop breaks?