“You’re real.” Elliot whispers as he watches you sleep so perfectly without a care in the world.

He reaches his hand out, grazing your perfect skin, slow and careful like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he touches you too quick. He glides his fingers across your face, moving the few strands of hair out of your pretty eyelashes.

He can’t believe how real you feel. He knows your an imaginary thought in his head that appears when mr. robot disappears. He knows you’re not real but he doesn’t want to believe it. In his world he would rather live in a lie of his own delusions than heartbreak.

He twirls his thumb around, glazing your lips, the ones he kisses. His eyes scanning frantically over your face for anything uncanny but he couldn’t find a single thing out of place because he created you to be perfect…and that..you are.