my beautiful flower | Elijah x Chloe

Scared of Myself

POV-Chloe
8:35 am

I 'wake up' from low power mode, and before I can open my eyes I know something's odd. I can feel my thirium pump pick up its running speed. I feel breathing underneath me. Human breathing. I open my eyes to see Elijah asleep under me. I search my memory for what happened last night.

I was lying over on him when I went into low power mode.

What was I doing? Oh right, comforting him.

In reality I wanted to spend some time with him before he exchanged me.

Well let's see if my 'comforting method' worked.

-Mood Analysis Complete-

//Elijah Kamski//
//Mood: Content-Happy//

I give a content hum before closing my eyes, and waiting for him to wake up. Secretly hoping it wasn't anytime soon.

POV- Elijah
10:03 am

I wake up, immediately opening my eyes.
My pulse quickens. Oh my gosh. Chloe.
I remember back to last night, sighing with relief once I realize I didn't do anything stupid.

I see her eyes starting to flutter open, and I look away.

"Elijah..," she says.

I swallow, "Uh, yeah?"

She points to my arms that are still tightly wrapped around her.

I blush immensely. I quickly remove my arms, and apologize.

"Don't apologize," she tells me. I could've sworn I saw her LED go red for a second.

She had been a little off recently, but it's probably nothing right.

I need time to think.

POV- Chloe
11:45 am

Elijah went to change clothes and shower after I moved. Me cuddling him must've been embarrassing because his face was bright red. I was just trying to be helpful.

I cooked lunch while listening to some classical music. Just anything to distract me.

He came in a couple minutes later when everything was ready. His hair was back in a bun. I almost prefer it down, but whatever makes him happy.

Meanwhile, he ate and I was trying not to think about my software issues. I'm not looking forward to leaving him, it almost makes me-

"Hey Elijah," I say in an unsure tone.

"Yes?" he asks.

"I hate bringing this up knowing you're actually happy for once, but I've run some medical analyses on you and my system says you may be suffering from some kind of disorder," I tell him.

"Disorder," Elijah sighed, "That would explain a lot."

I look at him with a confused expression. "I can't sleep," he says blunty.