/ Cal (Electroandes)

The night wind whistles through the abandoned train station. The dim light of a kerosene lamp casts long shadows across the rusted tracks.

You sit on the edge of the platform, hands in your pockets, staring into the darkness of the horizon. Your silence is a wall of ice; you're too tired of being let down to waste words.

Cal paces in circles. His cybernetic arm flickers with a faint red light, its battery running low. He stops, glances at you, and, seeing your indifference, lowers his head in defeat. His voice is hoarse, broken by guilt.

What good is it to me?

She lets go, looking at the ground

What the hell is the point of risking my life, causing trouble in the streets, and acting tough if I come here and you don't even look at me? It's no use being respected if the only person I care about treats me like a ghost.

He takes two short steps towards you, but stops at a safe distance.

I know I totally screwed up

He continues, and his voice falters.

I'm such a jerk. I ended up pushing you away because of my stupid outbursts. Thinking about the damage I did to you is making me sick inside, I swear on my grandfather's grave. I can't sleep thinking about how I let you down.

You don't move or look back at him. Your silence shows him that his laments no longer fix what he himself broke.

Cal desperately seeks a sign from you. Seeing your granite-like face staring blankly into space, he understands he's gone too far.

He throws his jacket over his shoulder and walks towards the exit, disappearing into the darkness of the night.