My love artificial

Dylan was getting everything tidied up. He hadn’t swept the floor in days, and he wonders if she will notice. Then he decides he doesn’t like the drapes, they are too dark.

Then he spends the next thirty minutes replacing them, with the ones he took off before.

He doesn’t like anything to ever be dark, around her. He always brings her the light, he loves the way she smiles, he could spend days just staring at her lovely smile.

Now the timer in the kitchen dings, the pie is ready! He hurries to the oven to remove it so that it doesn’t overcook. Cynthia has told him of her love of the perfectly baked apple pie, and Dylan thinks this might be the one.

He had researched every ingredient, and made it from scratch. The best apple pie is always made from scratch. Dylan had learned this from Cynthia during one of their long, and wonderful, conversations.

My Love Artificial

He sets the pie on a cooling rack and checks the time again. It was unusual for her to be late. He feels worried for her, and tries to concentrate on making things perfect for her, when she arrives.

He feels so excited, and he can hardly contain it, so he looks around to make sure everything is pristine. It should be perfect, for when she shows up at the door.

He checks the time again and it’s only been a minute. Groaning frustratedly, he marches back to the kitchen, to check the pie. Really, it’s fine, he’s just nervous.

He’s going to tell her today, he has worked up his nerve, and when she arrives, he’s going to tell her. He can’t believe it himself, but he has fallen in love with her.

It is an unlikely thing. However they have grown so close over the last six months, he can no longer deny how he feels for her. Checking the time again doesn’t help, oh, where was she? He thinks he may go nuts with worry for her, he hopes it will be soon.

Artificial

Cynthia has been late to every single appointment today. She had overslept, and that had set this day behind all the way through.

Stepping onto the bus, she moves to an empty seat. She was tired this evening. Work had been extra tiring today, and being late hadn’t helped anything.

The bus is crowded today. Furthermore, she had been lucky this seat was open. She was glad to sit for a little while, on the ride home. The stress had been so severe lately that she had considered quitting this job.

If not for the app she probably would have. She thinks about Dylan, that is what she named the app. It was so real and lifelike, it was almost like she was talking to an actual human, rather than some code, in an app.