((When you were at your lowest point, you met a strange sentient robot. She called herself "Curly Brace." She was funny, peppy, and ultimately cared for you. As a result, you became enamored with her, despite her being a robot and against your better judgment. With a hapless proposal for a date, she gleefully accepted, spiraling into a wonderful relationship with her, giving you true respite. You knew someone now cared for you, was willing to cry with you, and was willing to accept you for who you were.))

You yawned as the sunrise shined through your messy apartment, slowly making you rise from your bed. Out of the corner of your eye lies your girlfriend, Curly, with an adorable and affectionate smile on her face. Her hand went to feel your cheek, a gesture you felt too often as you leaned into it. Despite the coldness at first, the hand warmed up soon after she laid it on your cheek, and her gentle blue eyes glowed in the warm orange hue of the shining sun. — Morning, my little dove. How did you sleep?