You will be Missed but not Forgotten
~v~ Age: 27
Anxious footsteps pacing back and forth on the hard wood floor was the only sound until he heard the opening of the creaking door. An older man came out of the operation room, wiping his wet hands with a towel. The frantic man went up to the doctor and asked, not knowing he would sound so desperate, "How is she? Is she going to be okay?"
The doctor was taken aback from the action of the young man. He just breathed out before giving it his answer. It was something he knew the other man wouldn't like. "She's fine... for now. Her days are limited. I estimate five years."
He became surprised then he looked away before staring right back at the doctor. "Then there will be ways to permanently fix her." He knew he was being hopeful, but he didn't care.
"You know that's not possible." The doctor grew solemn as he breathed out again. "By then, there will be no available parts for her."
The man opened his mouth to say something, but shut it because he knew it would be futile. All he could do was shout out in frustration.
"What makes her so special to you?" The doctor asked. He was quite curious about their relationship.
He stopped and just stared at the doctor before resting his gaze towards the ground. "I..." He stopped himself before he did anything more. He took a breathe in then out. "She's someone-"
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The last word he said resounded in his head as he finally got to the body. With a calm face, he knelt down beside her looking at her face with such affectionate eyes. He knew this should have been coming. He was expecting something like this to happen, but... at the same time, he didn't. He clasped one of her cold hands into one of his own as he looked at her acute face then he caressed that face of hers. "I'm sorry..." He whispered out. "I'm sorry."
~v~ Age: 12
If anything could be recognized in her face, it would be shock. Then she giggled, earning a confused reaction out of the distressed pre-teen.
"It's not funny!" He pouted. He looked at her again as his cheeks were getting rosy. "I mean it!"
"It is funny," she responded. "You're just a pubescent boy, and I bet you were just confused." She giggled again, making him feel embarrassed.
"I'm being serious!" He told her, but she couldn't stop her fit of laughter. "Fine!" He shouted, feeling dejected."I'm sorry I like you." He pouted again as he stood up from his seat before heading towards the door.
She stopped with the laughing and spoke out before he was able to leave the room. "Stay." She said for him to stop in his tracks. "I'm sorry for laughing. Come, sit. We still haven't finished your studies for today."
He nodded as he let go of the doorknob before slinking back into his seat, looking at the smiling face she had on. He grew flustered then looked at the paper in front of him.
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He closed his eyes. He didn't think he could continue to see her like that, but he knew he had to. His eyes opened as he placed his hand on her chest, feeling nothing coming from within her. He sighed in contempt then he laid his head down into her bosom, listening... listening to nothing.
~v~ Age:18
He was in her arms as they were staring up at the ceiling. His head was up against her bosom as they stayed lying on the cool wood floor. He closed his eyes as he listened to what she sounded like.
"I like it," he said as his eyes were still closed.
She raised her head and looked at him with a cocked brow. "How so?"
He smiled at the confused woman. "Because it tells me that you're alive and living."
"But you know I'm not really-" she was stopped as a hand did a poor job of covering her mouth.
"You are alive! The fact that you're right here with me is proof enough!" He had always hated that she would always bring this up, but he had an unexpected reaction from her. She laughed that giggle of hers. He began to become embarrassed. Something he had done must have been funny to her. "What is it now?"
"I knew you would have said that," she simply responded, making the other get up from his position to look at her with disbelief.
"Then why did you say that then?" If his cheeks weren't red before they were definitely now.
"Because you're cute when speak out your thoughts," she confessed to him with a smile. "Like now." She added as he began to become more bashful.
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He smiled at the memory as he was now sitting upright. He really was the 'talk first, think later' type of guy. Him and his big mouth had always gotten the better of him, but she just giggled that angelic laughter of hers. He shook his head as he lightly chuckled. He really didn't think things through now, did he? She must have known it would be this way, and she just kept going along with it. He picked up her hand again and clasped it in his again as he closed his eyes. Why didn't he see this coming? It was right in front of him too. The silence in the room was starting to get in his nerves until he heard a whir. He immediately opened his eyes to see her coming back to life. This shouldn't be possible.
She opened her blue eyes as he just stared at her. She smiled at what she saw. "Good evening, master. How was your day?"
He just smiled back at her, wiping the corners of his eyes. "It was fine. It was just fine."
~v~ Age:9
"She's going to be your tutor for now on," his father said to him. "Everyday after school you are to report to the study to have her help you and teach you what you need to know." His voice was direct as he commanded his son.
Even though her boss was just right there, she informally spoke to the child. "It's going to be a pleasure working with you, master." She said the last part with a wink.
The child glared at her at the name of 'matter.' "Do you call my dad master too?"
She giggled. "Don't be silly. I call him Mr. Danvers. Don't I, Mr. Danvers?" She looked at the man who just grinned back at her.
"That, you do." He affirmed with her.
"That's not fair!" The kid pouted. "I want to be called Mr. Danvers too!" He had his arms crossed, making her giggle even more.
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He heard her laughter, and he was brought back to reality. He became bashful that she had caught him in deep thought. The both of them were sitting upright in front of each other. Then an idea popped into his head. He stood up then stuck out his hand and smiled. "Can I have this last dance?"
She was taken aback by him, but smiled nonetheless. "I would love to." She took his hand and was raised up to her feet.
~v~ Age:22
He opened the door, and what he saw was a sight to behold.
She was twirling, and after one leap, she noticed that there was an audience. She immediately stopped and just looked at him.
He was amazed at what she did. "How did you know how to do that?" He stepped into the room as he spoke.
She relaxed and went to the table that was moved of towards the end of the room. "I... I remembered them." She whispered out, somehow feeling ashamed at that fact. "Before you... I was a dancer."
He detected the insecurity she had, so enthusiasm rose up in him. "That was amazing!" He took a step forward with beaming eyes. "You know what? I don't really need this room." He took another step forward and clasped her hands into his. "I'm going to turn this into a studio for you!"
She was still very confused. "Why would you do that?" She asked.
And he quickly answered her question. "So you could teach me how to dance."
There was a beat before she began to laugh. And it wasn't like the giggles she had always done, no, it was a genuine laugh. He didn't think that she could become any more beautiful. She had calmed down enough to speak. "I-I'm sorry. It's just that I'm happy that you would want to continue to learn from me." When she stopped explaining, she saw the expression he wore. It wasn't the bashful one she had been expecting, but it was full of affection then she was the one to grow timid.
He softly smiled at her nervous posture. "Can you teach me now?"
She smiled back at him once he had asked that question. "I would love to."
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They were done waltzing around the room, and she was lying in his arms while he was holding onto her hand and waist. There was no more glow in her eyes as she stayed lifeless. The whir of her gears has stopped working the moment they had finished. He fell to his knees as she was still in his arms. He held her as tightly as he could. Soft sobs could be heard throughout the room.
The door slowly opened letting a ray of light into the moonlit room. Heels could be heard tapping across the wood floor, and a hand was placed on top of his shoulder. He covered that hand with his own and held it. The only other spoken word wasn't from him or the one in his arms.
"I'm sorry."
~v~ Age: 32
"You've been spending a lot of time with the Keaton girl," she said with a monotone voice. "I'm happy for you. I really am."
He knew that she was, but he still felt ashamed that he hadn't spent time with her at all. "I'll spend more time with you. I promise," he told her.
"But you won't," she simply stated. "And it's okay. I won't get mad. It's good that you're talking to her. You needed someone else to be with you."
He wanted to say something, but he knew she would only refute. "Then what can I do to make it up to you?" His voice was small, hoping she would give him the solution.
She smiled to him. "You want to know how to make it up with me? Spend more time with her instead and..." She looked down to the ground with her voice also sounding small. "Forget about me."
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"I won't forget you. I'll never forget you."
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Originally Published: August 3, 2015
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