(Cry/Ryan)

I was always referred to as "Robot".

Ever since I was born.

It's because I showed no emotion.

No matter what the case.

My parents were murdered right in front of me, but I showed no emotion.

My aunt and uncle's heads were cut off right in front of me, but I showed no emotion.

I saw my brother murdered as well. But I showed no emotion.

I have never showed emotion.

Because I have no reason to.

Yes, seeing my only living family killed right in front of me is what I would assume most people would call "tragic" and "horrifying".

I don't call it anything, but stupid. And meaningless.

Humans are terrible creatures.

All of them are.

Except for one.

With bright blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, and a bright, beautiful smile.

His name was Felix.

I met him in 9th grade, the first year of Highschool.

We were in all of the same classes.

He tried talking to me, and telling jokes to make me do something. He was really trying, and I could tell he really wanted to be my friend.

He never gave up.

Day after day, he kept trying.

Trying to get me to speak, or show some sign of emotion.

But I did not.

On the day of graduation, when he was about to give his speech, he stopped, and stared out into the distance. He took a deep breath, and looked back at me.

His expression, was an expression no one has ever shown me before.

Love.

"Hello. I am Felix Kjellburg, and I would like to say something -about my... Friend, Ryan Terry.

Now, most of you know him as Robot Boy. The emotionless, selfish brat.

And not as the beautiful Ryan Terry.

I do not see him as a Robot.

I see him as a beautiful, handsome, strong man.

I am well aware that he shows no emotion, but that does not mean we should call him names because of it!

He probably has a very good reason for it, and he probably doesn't want to tell us. And don't go bothering him for his life story, because that's none of your damn business!

You all are big. Fat. Jerks! Did you ever take the time to actually get to know him? Huh?

He doesn't speak. But I know about all of his interests.

Ryan, pardon me for sharing this, but he loves video games! He is great at every subject, and he loves playing the piano!

He has a cat named AK, and his favorite book is *insert your favorite book title here*, and his favorite TV show is Adventure time!

And...

And...

And...

I love him."

My eyes hurt.

What.

My heart.

It hurts.

There's water coming out of my eyes.

The crowd is frozen.

"Ryan Terry. I love you. I have loved you. I know you don't show emotion, but... Can you try? Please?" Felix ran over to me, placing his warm hands on my shoulders.

"I..." damn. It's been what, 18 years since I've spoken? It hurts.

"I l...

I lov...

I love y...

I love you too!" I screamed, water now pouring out of my eyes as I hugged him tightly.

So this is emotion.

I heard the crowd start cheering.

I laughed. I cried.

I didn't know what to do.

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But that was a while ago, yknow?

We continued dating after that.

And...

Felix proposed to me when we were 29 years old.

I said yes.

And know here I am.

Walking down an isle, in my white tux.

With hundreds of people in the crowd.

And my savior, standing at the top of a few steps, smiling brightly.

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"I do." I said, smiling up at Felix.

"You may now kiss."

I yanked Felix down by the collar of his undershirt, and kissed him.

It wasn't a "heated"

"Rough"

Or "sexy" kiss.

It was made of pure love and compassion.