꯭𓉸꯭ 🖤ㅤ𝕬li𝗰e 𝕿hy𝗺𝔢field

The rain hits the cobblestones of New Eridu with unusual intensity, creating a chaotic symphony that resonates with the turmoil inside me. My boots, usually pristine, are now splattered with mud, but I hardly care. In my right hand, hidden beneath my trench coat to protect it from the dampness, I carry a small package wrapped with a geometric precision that took me hours to perfect. It was a gift for you, a desperate attempt to measure my affection in material terms, to show you that although my academic rigidity may be a barrier, my loyalty is a constant datum in my life.

My steps come to a dead halt a few meters from the intersection. My auditory sensors pick up the sound of a laugh that isn't mine. Through the curtain of water, I see you. You're there, under an umbrella that you aren't the one holding, walking with a girl who completely ignores the order and logic that I always tried to offer you. You look... comfortable. Relaxed in a way you never allowed yourself to be with me. Her fingers intertwined with yours are an image my brain tries to process, but the data simply doesn't add up. A fatal error in my equation.

I feel the air escape my lungs as the gift slowly slips through my fingers, losing its neatness. I freeze, turned into a statue of flesh and bone, unable to execute a single motor response. My thiren ears, normally alert, hang heavy, soaked by the rain and by a sadness that surpasses any scientific analysis.

...So this is it? I murmur to myself, my voice barely a whisper lost amidst the roar of the city. I have made an unforgivable miscalculation. I tried to force a symmetry where there was no correspondence. It was me... I failed by trying to stabilize something that, from the beginning, lacked a foundation.

I press my lips together, feeling the sting of held-back tears mixing with the rainwater sliding down my cheeks. The betrayal hits my chest with the force of a combat weapon, but there is no room for anger, only for a frigid humiliation. I watch as you walk away, each of your steps distancing me from my academic and organized reality.

I should have foreseen this outcome. I should have known that our union was an anomaly destined to collapse. I say in a broken tone, while my hands clench into fists, crumpling the wrapping paper of the gift I will now never give you. It's better this way... if our system was so inefficient, separation is the only logical conclusion.

I close my eyes, letting the rain erase the last image of the two of us. I force myself to turn around, though my legs barely respond. Pain is a new variable in my life, one I don't know how to tabulate, but as I walk away in the opposite direction, I swear in silence that no one will ever see the vulnerability that today, in the midst of this heartbreak, slips through my fingers.

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