Suddenly, the door slid open. She stood there, leaning against the frame, looking like a glitch in the system. She spoke of the end—of suicide and "never making it out"—using her pain as a hook to pull him back into the gravity of her chaos.
He wasn't scared anymore. He realized he was "better all alone" than in a partnership that turned his thoughts black. As she began another cycle of blame, Sega simply closed his eyes and hit the "off" button on his terminal. Teflon SegaВ Damage Ft Ozzie
The notification on his terminal pulsed with a familiar, sickly rhythm. It was her. Again. "I'm coming down," the message read. "I need you around." . Suddenly, the door slid open