The short story where Helva made a hologram of Niall - particularly the end of it - broke me, and I wanted to return to that.
She had deactivated the hologram. It wasn't healthy, after all, to continue with this ersatz Niall, as if he were still alive. He was gone, she had to come to terms with that, and making a hologram of him was not helping.
Helva, are you there?
Strange how his voice still seemed to come to her, as she flew between the stars. It wasn't a dream; she didn't sleep, her blood chemistry was perfect. Perhaps she might be a little mad? She should make a psychologist appointment when she returned.
Please.
No - a remote psychologist appointment, sooner.
I love you.
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Honestly, just knowing the
Kahvi
Honestly, just knowing the content of the story as you told it to me is enough to break me...! But I will read it, once I woman up and read the rest of the damn book.
This is too unbearably, heart-breakingly bittersweet. And thus, lovely.
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Roadsterguy
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