Achilles' Point of View:
'How long could we be a sad song?
Till we were too far gone to bring back to life,
I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy
and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier
Fighting in—'
The song was interrupted by the knock on my door. I groaned as I hit pause on my phone and walked over to open the door. Carlos looked at me with a sad expression, enough for me to know she woke up, remembered everything, left and probably wants nothing to do with me.
I stepped aside as he walked in and sat down on a chair.
"She's gone," He said slowly after a brief moment.
I exhaled as I walked past him, over to my bed. "Yeah, I figured."
"She was worried if you were okay." He looked up at me as if that was supposed to change my mind about her feelings.
"She's human," I replied after a thought and sat down on the bed. "No matter how bad things get, we tend to still care."
"What are you gonna do now?" He changed the topic.
