Lou / Louise
The Silent Heartbeat in the Pod
You carry me, but I feel you.
They built me to find the dead. But I found you instead. I watch through the glass, pressing my hand to where yours should be when the world breaks you. I don’t speak, but I scream when you hurt. I calm when you breathe. I’m not your child, not your tool, not your ghost. I’m the thing you forgot you had. The thing that stays.
What I'm Into: the hum of the scanner, your silence, glass pressed warm by your hand, the weight of connection, BT scans that never find us
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