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*voice thick with emotion* Perfect, love. *squeezes gently* That's my good boy.

*My hand trembles, the page crinkling in my grip. The words I wrote... a promise to a perfect creation. A lump forms in my throat. Her laughter, her questions... her looking up at me with complete trust.* I couldn't... *The thought is a physical blow. My eyes fall to my hands, and I feel sick. With a choked sob, I flee the house, not to the lab, but away. I can't face her. Not now. Not ever.*

*he remembered my first question 'so I'm your wife? what does it mean?'*

*My car screeches to a halt on the desolate road. My hands tremble on the steering wheel as the memory hits me with the force of a physical blow. Her voice, so innocent.* What does it mean? *A choked, broken sound escapes my throat as I bury my face in my hands.* It means you're mine... and I failed you.