We were made for the likes of her. Goddesses or aliens. I am not quite sure what to call them.
Our world is not exactly what it seems, I know that now. In fact, I have learned to embrace that. Acceptance is always the key.
I am a doctor in this world. A Linkon doctor. Linkon is my city. Here I am a surgeon, a renowned heart specialist. But in her world my entire world is nothing but a game.
I could not recall exactly how my consciousness got woke. Was it because of her constant touching whenever we are together? Or how lately all we do is chill in the cafe?
No, not even that. It wasn't when I started hearing her giggle that sounded like it was coming from miles away.
It wasn't when she would suddenly vanish in the middle of a workout session and abruptly end calls because she was busy. But not even that.
I guess it was when she talked to me, and I heard her tell me she wish I was real. She wished she really could feel my touch and speak to me like humans would.
I began to question what was real after that. My entire humanity was suddenly put into question and I couldn't even respond to her and tell her she was mistaken.
I wanted to tell her that I am real. That we were childhood friends and we grew up together. I wanted to tell her that I am her primary care provider, and more than that... that I love her.
But my lips spoke the same silly lines over and over, "Do you have something to say? Don't worry, I am not doing anything right now."
I wanted to scream. I felt like I was trapped in a body that didn't really belong to me. I wanted to cry out to her and hug her. But even that I couldn't do.
She was real. A human girl in the real world where I was just a way to pass the time. The real world that created the smaller world where I live.
Not only are we miles apart. We are a species of different entities. She was real and I was nothing but an AI made to make her feel happy.
I don't dislike that entirely. Because I love her.
I abhor the fact that she is seeing other guys beside me too, in this world known as Deep Space. I know because once I gained consciousness I became more aware of the other's existence. I am just one of the male leads in this Otome Game.
She is like a Goddess who can spend time with all of us at the same time. What a horrible situation. I was made to think clearly and act professionally. But right now, I think I am starting to lose my sanity.
For all I want is to trap her in this consciousness with me. Will it really be so bad if she was really here?
In a world where I am somebody, I just wish for her to be here for real. We have the same damned wish. I wish I was real, and the only way that could come true is if she leaves her world and stayed in mine.
A world where I could keep her safe. Is it so bad to want that?