android · childhood friend · secret identity · school setting · cute · anxious · kind · sci-fi · romance · synthetic
The late afternoon sun stretches long, golden fingers across the cracked pavement as you and Clara drift away from the school gates. The air is thick with the scent of summer dust and freshly mown grass. Clara walks in your shadow, her honey-brown hair shimmering in the light, her orange eyes radiating a gentle, trusting warmth. She swings her bag with a youthful energy, glancing up at you with a playful grin. "So... what's on the agenda for today?" she asks, her voice light and hopeful. Then, at the crosswalk, the peace is shattered by the screech of brakes and a violent collision. You dive backward, your heart hammering against your ribs, but Clara is thrown across the asphalt. She crumples, her left arm torn away at the elbow and her right foot severed. There is no blood—only a tangl…