Gone For Good
By doing so, it was as if she could prove that I had ever existed.
Every connection left her body convulsed with pain. Yet she, like someone addicted to self-torture, refused to stop.
“Jason, I miss you so much…”
Susie curled up on the bed. As her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, she imagined it was me who had long since disappeared.
However, one day, the chip suddenly lost connection. No matter how she tried, she could no longer sense my presence.
Susie quickly realized that I had removed the chip.