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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
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SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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