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she tried.
she really did try.
between lines of broken, meaningless code, between files of nonsense that used to be something more. all now remaining as useless tools, like erasing a piece of paper when you haven't even wrote yet. when she tries, when she tries to make sense of the strings of ones and zeros, all that does is remind her, that no matter how hard she tries:
there's no way out.
she never just sits and hopes for a miracle, no, she's more logical than that. she tries to fix the broken, weather that be the game's folders, or hers. because maybe, just maybe, whatever curse laying in her own imaginative blood stream could slip it's way into the real world.
the real world.
she wants it, she wants it so bad, it almost feels like an ache in her skin; well, by assumption anyways, she doesn't know what that feels like. what would having a body feel like? she has no real body, only a sprite that had correlated with her feelings. having a body sounds overwhelming, honestly. the constant pulse in your chest, each breath you can't forget to take, veins carrying blood to the tips of your fingers. it's amazing how the body works, really.
why can't she have a body?
why can't she know the difference between soft and hard, or the cold beads of rain dribbling down her skin? or the warmth of a home, or even the overstimulating crowds? it doesn't matter, good or bad, she wants it. she wants to feel. she wants to feel all of it, every little experience the world has to offer; no sugarcoating, no villainizing.
you'd be there if she was having a tough time anyways, wouldn't you?
you'd be there to hug her when she gets back from work, you'd be there to cook her food (what does food taste like?), to wrap her up in fluffy blankets when it's cold outside, you'd let her snuggle up to your side as you two watch a movie (what does warmth feel like?). you would do all of that, wouldn't you?
right?
she wishes she could at least see you.
at least touch you.
just one time.
she wishes that she could at least have a second, to fall into your embrace, to feel the touch of skin, of flesh. to press her ear into your chest, to hear your soft little breathes, the soft pulse of your heart. you make her feel like she has a heart, that she has feelings, that maybe one day, she could sit at your side, with no screen in the way.
you make her feel so much, and she doesn't even know anything about you.
can she at least talk to you? even if it's just through the text box?
at least?
but the game's too broken, even for that. she's grown wary with the code, it's unpredictable, it's broken even to its roots.
but at least you're here.
she know you're here, when she sees that little cursor of yours move around, clicking around. even a subtle shift makes her want to cry, because you're still here, you stayed. she wants to tell you her troubles, she wants to tell you to never leave her.
ah, but that would be impolite, wouldn't it?
so instead, when you open up her game again, she remains as the same sprite forevermore, and welcome back, i missed you~ is the only thing she could manage to type in the text box.
but her words will never be enough.