The Life of a Canary & a Raven

[Gravelord]

Do you remember the day we were made?

We looked at each other for the first time.

The heartless me, and the soulless you.

At that moment we made a promise.

To always be by each other’s side. To become like them.

Do you remember when we first set foot on the mountain?

I did not belong there, while you fit in perfectly.

I didn’t know how to talk. How to act. How to laugh. How to walk.

But you taught me all of that.

Thanks to you I laughed with them, and I walked alongside them.

Thanks to you, I learned medicine on my own.

I helped people. I found a home, and purpose.

Because you were there with me.

Do you remember when the bell was rung?

I hurt you that day. Because I was weak. Because I was defective.

I went against what we promised.

But you still laughed. You reassured me that it was okay.

Do you remember when we met C.O.B.A.L.T.?

We laughed at him because he was a machine.

We joked at his expense because he was a machine.

But he was just like you or me. Even if we did try to hide it.

He helped us when we needed it. He was like a brother.

I remember it all.

Do you?

These memories are what keep me from breaking down.

We were twins, but you kept your hair golden and shiny, unlike mine.

I liked it. It highlighted your overbearing personality.

Then you got hurt.

Because I broke down. Because I wasn’t there to save you.

I tried to save you so many times.

But because I am defective I couldn’t help.

Your hair lost its shine and luster. It was just like mine.

Because I am defective I can’t bring it back.


I tried.

Time and time again.

And again.

And again.

Every time I told myself “this time I will save her.”

But it was the same. Always the same.

I am defective.

We are machines. You and me, as much as we tried to hide it.

And you told me that because we are machines we’ll outlast them.

But the two of us will always be together.

And now you are gone.

C.O.B.A.L.T. is gone too.

I am alone.

I look in the mirror and I see your face.

I talk into the mirror and I hear your voice.

But you are not by my side.

When I go out there, I see your face again. I hear your voice again.

But what I see isn’t you, but a fake.

It bears your name. Your face. It talks like you. It sounds like you.

But it isn’t you.

Because you are gone.