"I'm not his but he is mine"

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4 in the morning,
Roussevelt's Coffee Shop,
Dublin, Ireland

It was a gloomy monday morning and it looks like it might rain earlier soon so, i came prepared. i brought my umbrella with me. The room was filled with bare stone, heavy curtains, and a large desk

I was here in the coffee shop halting for a very important person to come. so, for me not to consume the inky vibe of the ambiance. i take a sip of my piccolo latte while my other hand is grasping a rectangular box wrapped in stamped paper and tied on a very extortionate silk that i had purchased in Malaysia but that's not the story here- there's more than what is being served and fed

Honestly, i'm not good at stretching my patience and widening my understanding but since i am the one who imposes to have a coffee outside then i have to be commiserate and just wait for that bastard to come

I've been calling him since then but it seems that his cellular phone is unintended. We've been on a agreement last night about discussing things over a cup of coffee and i know he wouldn't shatter a vow even though he's a bastard in the making

Before going here in the coffee shop. I pondered intently of what apparel to wear. i'm having a dilemma between Black Ruched Strapless or Mint Pink Tie-Dye Long sleeve and apparently i chose the former because it matches my skin tone very well and maybe i do this for purpose-purpose of having someone to be called mine

What's been taking him for so long? Did something happen?

"Better call him." stated by my subconscious mind.

I was on the act of calling the bastard through phone but someone entered the shop that make me cease and astounded for his appearance

His wearing a worn out denim, Melange Grey t-shirt, Black Aviators, and White Sneakers that compliments very well to his stature

The man was heading into the table i was occupying right now. He smoothly perch at the chair opposite from mine

The silence was starting to stab our abdomens. i don't like greetings and pleasantries but fate and time will pave a way for us

"What's been keeping you so long Mr. Xandrei Ambrose?" i asked the man infront of me in order also for us to break the silence

He didn't respond but instead looks at me sharply

Xandrei's face, describable as "rugged," had been better characterized by his brother-in-law the art dealer as "cubist." There were a number of strong dominant surfaces, a commanding bone structure, a square even brow, a nose that appeared to end in a blunt plane rather than a point.

I look at him back but in a different way

"Stop beating around the Bush, Christina. i have other errands to finish." He said in a baritone timbre but still throwing daggers right through me. his eyes was intently focus at me. it's not even moving

I don't know what to say out of that. plausible it is

Oh Crap! This man is short-tempered. It's still early to reach the climax yet

"Okay, for this conversation not to prolong. i'll skip all of this to my motive." by saying that, i smilled sheepishly and put the rectangular box with a very important thing inside to his periphery

"You know what's inside that box and it's purpose." i continued talking while still looking into his teal eyes

"And you know that Miranda would be aggrieved by seeing us together." he hissed, still not breaking his focal point towards me

"I know, that daughter of yours is smart and for Pete's sake! she's eighteen years old and knows how to deal with any circumstance, if we tell her the truth. i know for the fact that Miranda would accept me as her mother." i said on a very soft timbre while trying to envelope my hands to his but it seems to be strenuous for his part to accept

"It's not for you to decide or to put any final verdict in this bizarre situation Christina. you don't know what i feel. Stop being egocentric here!" His voice is getting acerbic. i don't like him raising his voice straight at me but thanks God that there's just only the two of us in this monotonous shop

"I said earlier on the phone that we'll talk over a cup of coffee and not argue over a cup of coffee." i don't to want get even. i'm not here for anger feeding

"I know that it's been hard for you to handle things without her but i can still be her. i tried to love you Xandrei and it works, i hope it works for you to. Just love me cause i know you can." i'm on the verge of crying while saying those words but i couldn't let my emotions overpower me

We both glanced at the window.
the sun is starting to peek over the horizon. it starts to illuminate the whole locus as well and extracts the darkness that we both strangled into

He came closer to me and caressed my face and that small gesture lit-up my whole mood. that's my sweet spot

As i examine his whole face. it etched happily and his lips slightly curved upward that i can't help but to be infected with his smile

He knows how to lull me because he knows that i can't afford to be dropped by an iota of water into my face or even into my whole system

Xandrei knows me very well because he created and perfected me very well through the remnants of his wife

"I loved you Christina, trust me, i did- I did my very best to forget my wife. i've been navigating my life without her. it's not easy to omit and just play around although you have the same looks and everything but still i can't manage to miss her." He said in a ambivalent tone with his face surrounded by sadness

My eyes enthralled on his finger with the ring which is a sign of promise and love for his deceased wife

Losing the other half of your life weighs a lot of pain and anger for Xandrei but why can't she love me that same love she implanted for his spouse?

Why can't he?

"That's why i created someone that would remind me of my wife. that's why i created you. after a years of mourning and longingness for my wife, i kept her uncarcassed corpse into my abode and had a good idea- i gathered different objects that could help me make statue but instead i created a cyborg in which i engraved the face of my wife and copied the sum of its parts in order for you to be identical and in order for me to ease the ache i have those days. It hepled-you helped me a lot to ease the sting a bit but that doesn't change the fact that i still love my wife Christina." I could see it all over Xandrei's face that he's sorry for the things he can't offer

and i'm sorry for myself for putting it on a higher scale. i'm closer to being a human but Cyborg are Cyborgs; people might see me as just a robot but Xandrei inserted an important thing inside me other than chip and artificial brain. It is the heart of her wife that only reminds me that her wife still loves Xandrei up until to her grave

"I hate to say this but you're wife Elenna are aching for you wherever she is right now. i know that because you've trusted me her heart." i said it while touching his lips with my thumb

A film of water made his dark eyes glossy and his face was fallen, submissive to gravity. His silver hair, normally neatly combed, bore the tell tale signs that his mottled hands had been run through it in distress. It was the face of a man who had lost what he knew he must loose, but the knowing did not soften the desolation

"I guess this is time to bid our goodbyes Xandrei. open now the box i gaved you earlier." I said and stand from my steady perch cause anytime soon i could rust or be turned off

Xandrei stood up too

"But Christ--" he tried to open up another conversation and narrative but i cut it off

I get the box and opened it for him

"My Xandrei or should i say, My Creator you have all the privilege now to unclout me. please do it for me. touch that red button." i said it while revealing my metallic body. i don't care if anyone sees.

"But i can't, you could still get a life Christina albeit your a cyb--" I didn't let him finish. i cut him off the second time around

"Just remember My Creator that my heart will still throb for you, i wanna end this inhibitions of mine and i wan't you to take care of Miranda even though all of this would put into an end, i hope that the memories you have for Ellena will not flood anymore." my tears can't resist to descend from my face while those words are like arrows pinning into my system

I could feel my whole face squeezing into pain and small electrics we're surrounding my whole face but i know this wouldn't long

"Creator please press it and turn off my systems." i pleaded, i could see him being reluctant but this is the only way. i couldn't do it myself due to her fingerprints are the only one which is accessible

So i grab the small remote as well as his left hand and press the red button using his index finger

The light that surrounded my whole system was getting dim and i couldn't feel myself moving anymore - immobile it is

Xandrei's face shone in the watery sunlight. It burst in beams through the almost complete cloud layer above to cast transitory spotlights.

I fell down. i thought a Cyborg like me could die out of Rust but i thought wrong. a cyborg like me could also die out of love

and before i let my hefty eye pockets to get down

I turned my gaze to Xandrei whose eyes are sending me waters

That last thing i saw from Xandrei's face is fascinating, almost hypnotising, the tiny groove between his eyes that came and went as his mind dipped back into recall; each time it appeared, I grew excitedly anxious, hoping that it indicated the start of his story without me

Cause in the first place, i was not his but all i know that he is mine

After that, i let myself fall asleep; but i know, it's more than sleeping.