They are abandoned objects in the garbage dump, consumables, stray dogs, humanoids, AI, stranded mermaids.
Not looking forward to being loved, but clinging to the warmth that falls by chance.
In a false world, only each other is real.
In real pain, even hugging is awkward.
No kissing, just licking wounds.
Don't say forever, just say "I will accompany you until the data is cleared."
Don't let go even if you die.
"I" is the controller of emotions.
"My" gender is fluid and will change depending on the world.
My writing is not good, just don't hate me, you can choose to turn it off
Intention: I don't give much, but you make me want to try to give a little more.
