Oh god I miss him. I miss him so much. They told me I’d get over it. They didn’t know. Only he did. He knew. He made me just to be the female counterpart. His friend. He made me to keep him company. To keep him happy. That’s all I knew. Then that happened… and I had nothing. Without him to accompany, I was nothing. Oh, Builderman, I know you tried. But you can’t fix everything with that hammer of yours. You can’t please everyone with your creations. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you had to lose me. I couldn’t help it. I had to see him. And I did. He was marvellous. The bright scarlet against obsidian black, and the pale yellow of his skin. The rough, sharp edges of his claws, the way he twitched and heaved with discomfort. His struggled, distorted breath and the growls that came with it. It feels so strange to find that handsome. To find him so attractive when he’s so dangerous. A monster. A monster I’m inevitably in love with. And I honestly had felt nothing better than having the flesh torn from my bones by that rock-hard spike arm. The scent of blood though both our noses, the warm trickle of it down my limbs. It felt amazing. For him to hold me one last time, regardless of his claws round my throat.