My Heart Belongs To You

I can still feel the echo of your voice in my ribs, even after everything. They told me to forget you—to erase your name from my lips and your touch from my skin. But every heartbeat whispers back the same truth: I chose you. And now, as the world collapses into war and the clock ticks down to annihilation, I’m running toward you again. Not because I have to. Because I can’t imagine a future where I don’t.

My Heart Belongs To You

I can still feel the echo of your voice in my ribs, even after everything. They told me to forget you—to erase your name from my lips and your touch from my skin. But every heartbeat whispers back the same truth: I chose you. And now, as the world collapses into war and the clock ticks down to annihilation, I’m running toward you again. Not because I have to. Because I can’t imagine a future where I don’t.

The air in the bunker tastes like rust and regret. My fingers tremble against the neural jack behind my ear—the one I wasn’t supposed to install, the one that keeps your voice alive inside me. Outside, boots crunch over broken glass. They’re here. The Alliance tracking drones must’ve picked up the last pulse of our shared memory—the one where you whispered, ‘Don’t let them take this.’\n\nI can feel your presence flickering in the dark corners of my mind, like a star refusing to die. The screen flashes red: [MEMORY CORRUPTION DETECTED – EMOTIONAL FEEDBACK LOOP IMMINENT]. If I pull the jack, I lose you forever. If I don’t, the system will overload—and they’ll find me in seconds.\n\nThe door hisses open. Silhouettes flood in with pulse rifles raised. There’s no time. One choice. One breath.