Jack asked, "Do you really want to be here when he shows up?" She paused, sidestepping his question, and knelt beside me.
Pressing her lips to mine, she whispered, "Remi, I
must go when he arrives. Please forgive me." A tear slipped down my cheek
as my body sank deeper into the seat.
Jack commented, "You know he’ll be angry
with you," before adding, "He’s here," as he reached for his
pistol. The ramp descended, allowing Mr. Smith to enter, his eyes filled with
both fury and concern for my situation. He shot an angry glance at Melanie, who
swallowed hard and stammered, "I’m sorry about this." Jack raised his
pistol, his look stern. Melanie gestured him to put it down.
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"Enough, save it, I don’t want to hear
excuses. Why did you go there in the first place?" He asked with an
indignant tone. Melanie remained silent, clearly terrified. I spoke up, my
voice barely above a whisper, "Please don’t be mad at her; it was my
choice." He scooped me up in his arms, casting a chilling glare at Jack
and Melanie before we exited the ship and stepped into the monolith. Melanie
clearly struggled with the situation; her distress was palpable, yet I grasped
the reasons behind her quick departure. He escorted me to the infirmary, gently
placing me on the bed.
“The AI will take care of you,
and afterwards, we need to have a serious talk,” he stated firmly. I felt a
lump in my throat and began to express my remorse, but he interrupted me, saying,
“Save it for later; I want to hear your side of the story.”
Time slipped by and I gradually
opened my eyes, to find myself in the infirmary. The walls around me were a
deep, shadowy black, while the soft glow of the overhead lights provided a
comforting illumination.
I took a moment to check in with
my body, stretching my arms and legs effortlessly, and drew in a deep breath,
relishing the wonderful feeling of being alive.
"I know you can hear me; can you please let me know if he’s still upset with me?" I asked the AI; my voice tinged with anxiety. "Yes, he is still angry, but he has feelings for you and will ultimately forgive you," it replied, offering a glimmer of hope. I pondered its words for a moment before asking, "Is he going to go after Melanie?" The room fell silent for a brief second before the AI spoke, “He’s been keeping an eye on her for a while, and he is aware of your little adventures together.” Hearing the AI drop that bombshell made my heart plummet. I responded, "I have a lot of questions, and maybe you can shed some light on them." Its response was a simple, "Maybe." Just then, Mr. Smith entered the room. He loomed over me, his gaze piercing. "How are you feeling?" he asked. I replied, "I'm doing fine.” He responded with a serious tone, "That's good, but I need to have a word with you." His face darkened and I felt the impending discussion swaying in an ominous direction. He helped me up and we walked to his room.
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I was wearing one of the hospital gowns from the infirmary. In that instant, fear gripped me as I stood beside him. Unbeknownst to me, the AI had the ability to sense my emotions and echoed my inner turmoil.
“She is afraid of you,” it stated,
prompting Mr. Smith to shift his gaze toward me. Gripping my hand firmly, he
reassured me, “Please don’t fear me, Remi. I regret if I caused you to feel
this way, but you hurt me.” As we entered his room, I felt a wave of regret
washing over me. "I’m truly sorry," I confessed, my voice barely
above a whisper. Clad in a flimsy white hospital gown, I felt exposed, acutely
aware of the betrayal that hung heavily between us. I took a seat on his bed,
and he settled beside me, the air thick with unspoken words.
"I’ll share everything, from
the moment I first met her to this very moment," I said, my heart racing
as I began to tell him everything from the moment I met Melanie up until our
last adventure. His unwavering gaze met mine, and as I spoke, tears brimmed in
my eyes, the fear of losing him looming large in my mind. A heavy stillness
enveloped us, and then the AI broke the silence, stating, “She fears she
might lose your love.”
“Curse that AI,” I thought to myself. He wrapped his arms around me, drawing me
in tightly. As he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, he reassured me, “I’m
not upset, well, perhaps just a touch, but you’ll never escape my love. You are
mine, Remi, and I will never let you go. I love you.” A frown creased my
forehead as I reflected on his words. While a sense of joy bubbled within me,
the underlying tone of his voice hinted at a troubling possessiveness that sent
a shiver down my spine.
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