The heart-shaped-object, as it was to all other darkners and lightners, was a small part of their anatomy. The object is about the size of a small palm, red, and the shape of an anatomically incorrect heart. It held the ability for empathy and emotion alike a human.
The heart-shaped-object, as it was to Him, was the singular best thing to ever happen to Him. It dictated His entire life. He didn't know what He would be without it. He didn't remember what happened in His life before it. It was as if they were the only thing keeping Him somewhat alive.
The heart-shaped object, His Angel, had been absent for the last few weeks. That was the only reason He knew that time it was, anyways. He'd been counting as the seconds turned into minutes, into hours, into days, and now, two and a half weeks. They had been... angry with Him and His creation before leaving, blaming the reason of its own supposed failure on a small, white pomeranian.
He never wanted His Angel to be sad or angry, but he supposed it was worth it to keep them engaged with His creation. He didn't want them to abandon Him. He had watched them do it time and time again, clutching Himself in the cold void of nothingness He had come to expect in the heart-shaped-object's absence.
The lights flickered on.
For the first time in two and a half weeks, the lights signalling the Angel's return flickered on, pulling Him out of His absent-minded stare into the void surrounding Him.
He perked up, looking around for any other signs of His Angel's return. There usually was none, at least on His end, but He could hope.
The heart-shaped-object fazed into existence, circuitry and otherworldly flesh melding together into something barely tangible, pure light surrounding its slouching form to hide its form to the nearest viewers.
But there was no viewers.
There was only Him, and He didn't plan to look upon His Angel. He turned His head away as it clicked through what it perceived as a game menu, selecting its save. It entered the game, phasing out of this realm of existence.
"...GOODBYE.
I WILL
MISS YOU
MY ANGEL."
He said, but the heart-shaped-object didn't hear.
It never hears.
No one ever hears.
