"Enough, Apollo, what were you doing just now?"

When we arrived at the hotel, James scolded me.

I thought he probably figured out what I was thinking.

"I wanted to take Sophia away. She doesn't belong here. You know, she has an ambition."

I took Sophia's ambition as an excuse.

I opened the heavy suitcase and looked at the photos of me and Sophia inside.

I was slumped on the bed, memories about Sophia constantly flashing through my mind.

We had picked up scattered flowers in the rain and admired the rising sun.

All the past was deeply engraved in my heart, and I couldn't believe that Sophia could easily give up.

"Apollo, you're just a robot. Look, Sophia is already aging, but you are still the same as before. You can't overcome it." James persuaded me.

James' words pierced my heart.

As he said, we used to be the same age. But now we looked like siblings. In the future, we might even be grandmother and grandson.

As they say, Sophia was born before me, and I was born when she was already old.

"I understand, James." I gritted my teeth and said, driving James out of the room and squatting alone in the corner.

If one day I could shed tears, did that mean I was a human?

But I really couldn't let her go.

My program ordered me to protect Sophia. So I couldn't leave her forever.

In the night, I quietly went out and walked to Sophia's bar in the cold wind.

I selfishly held tightly to the photo of me and Sophia, but at the door, I stopped.

I struggled and took several steps back, looking from afar.

Sophia sat in the rocking chair, sleeping quietly, while Kevin tidied up orderly and gently covered Sophia with a blanket.

Looking at their harmony, I could only hold the photo tightly without a word.

A few drops of rain fell on my hair, and I reached out but couldn't catch them.

I turned my back and no longer saw them in the room.

I couldn't help but think whether Sophia's present life was what she wanted, which was being together with a man to have meals, occasionally quarreling, and growing old in a house.

Unconsciously, the photo in my hand had been soaked, and even the two of us in the photo were unrecognizable.

There seemed to be a missing piece in my heart. It turned out that even robots could be sad.

I took raindrops as the tears that I would never shed.

"Apollo! What's wrong with you?" In my blurred consciousness, I heard James' voice.

"I...I..." I seemed to be in trouble, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

I trembled to lift my foot, leaving a series of shallow footprints in the mud.

In the past, Sophia never wanted me to get wet in the rain. She said I would get in trouble if I drenched so much.

But I never took it seriously. After all, as long as Sophia was with me, nothing would happen.

I looked at the faint electric light flickering on my body, and James didn't dare to approach me.

"Don't...worry. Sophia said...I will never...have any problems." I fell to the ground with a bang before I could finish speaking, and trembled constantly.

At that moment, a yellow tear fell from the corner of my eye.

It turned out that I could cry.

This was death, right?

When I opened my eyes, I was in a laboratory.

My parts were being assembled, as if creating a human.

But the person in white fixing me was not Sophia.

"James, it's done."

"Okay."

James walked towards me, furrowing his brow and staring into my eyes.

"You know? You almost died!" James roared.

I pursed my lips and turned my head to the side. In fact, I had known this result long ago.

Three years ago, Sophia disappeared in the shipwreck, and I went to the sea where she had gone without telling anyone.

The police said that they couldn't reach the bottom of the sea, so I went there alone, just to find her.

Sophia once said that she wanted me to accompany her for a lifetime. How could I leave her in the cold sea?

I searched through the whole area, and there was no trace of her.

It was ridiculous that I had a faint hope in my heart.

When I returned from the sea, I knew that there was something wrong with my body. If I didn't fix it, I wouldn't live for many more years.

But I dare not leave. If I left and Sophia came back home to find no one, how sad she would be.

I waited in our house, day after day. Finally, I received the news in the third year.

Even if she had forgotten me and the past, I didn't want to give up her.

Until today, I watched her and Kevin in love and decided to let her go. Raindrops were the final straw.

Instead of bringing her back and waiting for my death, it was better to achieve her happiness.

"James, I won't disturb them. I just want to see her a few more times before I die."

I begged him bitterly, hoping for a little mercy.

Throughout my life, I was fortunate to be with Sophia.

Sophia wanted me to see her with a youthful appearance while she had white hair, and to help her dress when she was exhausted.

I had never dared to imagine what it would be like, and then, I didn't need to anymore.

I only hoped that I had a tombstone in this world to rest in peace and wait for her to see me.