“Despite himself, the small mech felt tears tumbling down his cheeks. He hadn’t noticed … he hadn’t noticed he had been crying. Slowly, opening his hands, the twin stared at the seemingly alive flame in his hand. Its light could not, would not, last though. It was as if a wind crashed down from the heavens, and then the flame went out in a small flicker. Rumble’s vents held, thinking it was start again, but it did not. All he could do was stare, breathless, at the small amount of white-gold dust on his fingers. It, alone, was all that was left of his creator.”
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I’m crying.
For serious. :C
(via buggy-love)