You slipped on the black dress, your fingers tracing the lace along it.

He's dead.

But everything will be okay.

Because all humans die.

But not androids.

Not me.

You blinked, staring at the mirror before you. How many humans had stood before it, looking at the reflection that revealed nothing but made you wonder so much?

As you twisted your hair into a elegant bun and pinned black clips, the metal rubbed against your skin, but it wasn't painful.

Not as painful as this. How could he just leave the world like that? You knew that one day, all humans would die, that was what happened when their bodies failed them, but why did it have to be him that day?

Pressing your palms against the drawer, you closed your eyes, the images of memories flashing back to you.

How his heart rate stopped. The flatline. The awful sound of silence, a stark contrast to the beep beep beep. His body had gave up.

And Markus, his expression blank. Did he feel anything for the old man? Or was it just a parting of two partners, an employer and employee? When Carl had always treated him like a second child, a human? Not scraps of metal and plastic put together.

How Leo slapped him, screaming that he failed his duty as a caretaker. Shedding crocodile tears, as if Carl was able to see what was happening. And then, Markus leaving, with everything going so fast.

"(Y/n), hury up! I want to get this funeral over with!" And now, your only family member was Leo. You stepped out of the room and followed him to a sleek black cab, that would take you both to the graveyard.

Where the coffin would be placed. Where your last goodbyes would be said. And the last chance for Markus to show his face. Would he even bother to come?

Through the whole ride that was silent except for the soft stream of sad piano music (how appropriate), your mind was a mess, shock from grief and a strange feeling of sadness.

What's this feeling? Why do I feel like I'm suffocating from the thoughts I have?

It felt like the stale air in the cab would choke you, and when it finally pulled up, you pushed the door open and ran to the small crowd of people, all clothed in respectful greys or blacks.

Carl sure did have friends from high places.

But did he ever have any real friends?

Would he had considered you one, if he was still alive?

It was too bad you would never know now.