Everyday she comes and she types on me. I don’t understand the words she writes, though. I can see the scenery, I can see the people, but I don’t know why they’re happy, I don’t know why they’re holding hands. It’s almost like a puzzle, their faces, but as the girl types more and more, it becomes clearer.

Her blue eyes are transfixed not on the screen, but in a world of their own, a world I cannot see. Her fingers are like the little bursts of data I get, they’re so fast and they never seem to stop. Sometimes…I wonder if she’s typing too fast for the little word processor to handle! Those eyes, though, they…they make me think. My mind is wracked with thoughts of what she’s like, but I don’t know why. All I know of this girl, this blond, tall, girl is that she writes daily, and that her eyes are blue.

That blue amazes me, yet…why? It’s just a simple variation of reds, blues, and greens, but it makes my fan stop when I think, which, in turn, means I overheat easily. Still, I can’t help but think about them…

Today I even took the chance to see what she was writing while she was gone…and I’ve come across a word I had never before heard: love. It was the name of a new story, a story that was dark and twisted, but…beautiful. Just like her eyes…those blue-grey waves of a stormy ocean, but with the glinting gold of a sunrise just around her pupil.

This story she’s concocted fascinates me, though, for it defies me as to why it captivates me so…

It starts off with a mahogany-haired girl talking to a cyborg of incredible power, but the girl is fearless until the subject of their discussion changes. It gets darker, it becomes evil and foul, I don’t understand…but I must read on… The story ends with the evil cyborg getting his head smashed into little pieces, and as the girl stands up to see who her savior is…she finds him to be a cyborg of the same physical likeness, so she cowers and cries and screams at him to go away. This new cyborg is unscathed, though, and is kind to her.

Kith walked over to her and knelt in front of her. He reached out his hand and pulled her close to him, hugging her. "It's okay now. He's gone. My name is Kith. I'll take care of you."

The girl character falls, crying, into his arms as the scene ends… As I looked away from her story, I saw the girl staring up at me, at the words she has written, and…she’s crying. Those eyes are corrupted with tears as her face contorts with sadness. I listened in to hear why, and this story she’s written seems to reflect a relationship she had once had, and now the painful memories are surfacing once again… I don’t want to see her cry.

I blanked the screen of the word processor, and wrote the only thing I could think of, the only thing that makes sense, though it makes no sense at all…

“I LOVE YOU.”