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Forte looked up at the night sky one last time, before she broke down into tears. She missed Wheatley, and knew that she
could never forget him. He was the only one that could make her smile. She never thought that anyone could be as funny and outgoing as him.
Wheatley could say the same thing. Out in space with none other than the space core. "SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL!" Wheatley was crying, and if he could, he would try everything to get back to Earth to be with Forte. He would apologize for everything, and promise never to hurt her again.
"Oh man, I screwed up big time." Wheatley said to himself. "I never meant to go as far as trying to kill her. But she just made me so mad! I wish I never let her go." More tears flooded down his face, and one of the tears fell down to Earth.
Forte looked up before going into her house, and felt a drop fall onto her glasses. "What? But the weather report said nothing about rain." Then she got it. I
Fortley Fanfic part 2
Wheatley looked outside a small window. He could see no one walking around the test tracks. He missed watching all the test subjects go through them, and see them complete the tests. He especially missed watching Forte go through them. He loved seeing her complete the tests, and the smile that devloped on her face when she did. He never would see that smile again.
Forte was at her small house, looking for something to snack on before she went to bed. As she walked into the kitchen, she remembered Wheatley yelling at the sun for shinning in his eyes on that morning. She would never forget that day. The day when Wheatley came back to her. She sighed, then went to her room.
Wheatley took a walk around the test tracks for the 3rd time since he had returned. he could never stop walking around and around and around the test tracks; it was his new way of thinking. GLaDOS was worried at times, because he would sometimes sit in the test chambers, and just cry. Every now and then, he would look
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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