My Yandere Robot Wife

My face was pressed against the back of Aqi's hand.

Aqi's skin was warm.

My hand also held his wrist, my fingertips feeling the beating of his pulse, beat after beat, as if...

Counting down to this long farewell.

I just knelt there on the rug by the sofa, my face pressed against Aqi's hand, staring at his face without blinking.

I had to cherish this morning.

This was the eighty-second morning... that a little mouse like me had desperately stolen.

Forcibly scraped out from the crevices of time, snatched right from under the world's nose.

I had to...