>"I'm not sure I can do it anymore."
>Her face was twisted, her eyebrows knitted together, her lip quivering, and her chest rapidly rising and falling.
>"I love you, but I don't think I can be with you."
>Your chest tightened, and your breathing grew shallow.
>"It's the same thing, over and over, you never change, or smile, or laugh, or cry, or get angry. It's like talking to a brick wall. I love you, so much, Maud, but it hurts just waking up every morning knowing that I'll have to see you and not be able to connect with you."
>She swallowed, hard, and her eyes grew misty.
>"There's nothing to you. You don't even have a personality, you're just a robot. A robot programmed to think about rocks, and sleep, and eat, and act as human as they can without ever smiling or feeling anything. At most you're just a collection of things you like."
>Her face turned red almost immediately.
>"Don't apologize! Get mad! Please, just, just stop being a robot! Tell me the woman I love isn't just a flat, emotionless rock. Just show me something, Maud, just..."
>She wiped at her eyes.
>"...Anything. Anything but this. I'm not sure if I ever loved who you are, Maud, just who I thought you were."
"I don't know what you want me to tell you."
>"I want you to tell me that you're real", she muttered, her face falling as tears dripped down her cheeks.
"I am real."
>"But you aren't. You just have things you like, that doesn't make you real."
>She turned away from you, her hand resting on the door knob that lead to the corridor outside your apartment.
>Your hand twitched towards her, but it stopped and fell back to your side.
>But you were speaking to an empty room.
>The alarm thundered through the small room, disturbing your stony slumber.
>You pushed a button on the top, and it was silent.
>The rustle of the sheets seemed to be muted and distant as you rolled back over, pulling the blanket up your body.