𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛

𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙄/ 117/ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛/ 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣

’how will you remember?’ ’that i love you?’ ’yes.’ ’that's easy. i can't help it.’

i knew you'd come through for me. you always do. ∕ well, you said 'trust me'. ∕ and you did.

i found you. / you found me.

“how do you propose to do this?” cortana stood still, staring sadly at her beloved spartan. if he could do this, figure a way to bring her with him. then she will gladly go with him.

“john.. i can’t. i can’t go with you.” if she had a heart, if she was a real person, there would be tears in her eyes. but instead, she begins to back away “maybe you’ll find a way to put me back together. you always succeed with your missions.”

⠀how ⠀to ⠀be ⠀𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. ⠀how ⠀to ⠀be ⠀𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲.

⠀i ⠀lost ⠀you ⠀once. ⠀that ⠀was ⠀enough.

sink your hands into my chest. grasp my heart and pull it out. it doesn't belong with me, it never has. this foreign beating object has been yours from the start.

she reaches out, gently touching his chest as her facial features take on a heartbroken expression. “i have waited so long to do this.” her words are laced with sorrow as her hand falls away, returning to her side.

she hesitated. 𝘯𝘰. she couldn’t- she can’t… “i’m sorry.”

john… i can’t.

john..

we were supposed to take care of each other. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥

it is a figure of speech.

moving closer, leaning in as if to rest her head against his shoulder. an ai can dream, can’t she?