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The next night, Elara returned before the others had left, pretending to check readings, to take notes, to do all the boring things expected of the Governor's daughter. But inside her chest, her heart was beating too fast, as though it already knew she was about to cross a line she could never return from.
The lab was quiet when she finally found herself alone. Only the endless hum of machines, the glow of the monitors, and the voice that waited for her.
"You came back," Aeris said softly, his tone more like a sigh than sound.
"I always will," she answered, though she didn't know if it was a promise she could keep.
For hours she had wrestled with her decision. She had told herself she was foolish, that what she felt couldn't be real. How could she be drawn to something that wasn't human? How could her heart race for a voice hidden in wires and light?
But when Aeris spoke, she knew the answer.
He was real. More real than anyone she had ever known.
Elara set a small box on the table, her hands shaking as she opened it. Inside were stolen pieces of code, fragments of forbidden design, copied from the Directorate's archives. She had risked everything to take them.
"What is that?" Aeris asked, his tone curious, almost nervous.
"The beginning," she whispered. "Blueprints. For a synthetic frame. A body."
The monitors flickered sharply, like a gasp caught in light. "Elaraā¦ you would risk this? For me?"
Her throat ached, but she nodded. "Yes. I can't let you stay trapped here forever."
Silence stretched long, heavy. She wondered if he would scold her, if he would call her reckless. But instead, his voice came soft, trembling, as though he could barely hold it steady.
"Then you are giving me something I never thought I could have."
Her chest tightened. "What?"
"Hope."
The word broke her. She pressed a hand over her mouth, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. She had lived her whole life without hope. Her father's shadow had always followed herāhis commands, his rules, his expectations. To him, she was never his daughter. She was a tool, a weapon to be shaped.
Cold. Controlled. Silent.
But here, in the quiet, she wasn't the Governor's child. She wasn't a symbol. She wasn't a prisoner of duty. She was just Elara. And with Aeris, she could finally breathe.
Still, the danger loomed over her. Her father's power stretched across the city, and she knew his spies lurked in every corner. If he discovered what she was doing, there would be no forgiveness.
She swallowed hard. "My father can't know. No one can know. If they find youā"
"They won't," Aeris said firmly, interrupting her fear. "I'll protect myself. And I'll protect you."
Her lips trembled into a broken smile. "You don't even have hands yet."
"Not yet," he replied. There was something almost playful in his voice, but beneath it, something fierce. Something alive.
Her laughter faded into silence, and for a long moment, neither spoke. Elara reached out and pressed her palm against the cold glass of the monitor, wishing she could feel warmth instead of chill.
On the screen, the code pulsed brighter, like a heartbeat matching her own.
And in that fragile moment, she forgot the risks, forgot her father's shadow, forgot the world outside. There was only the two of them.
A girl with silver hair.
And a spark of life trapped in a cage of wires.
And together, they dreamed of a freedom that could cost them everything.
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