Dron couldn't move.
Every muscle in his body felt as if it had melted away.
He had never felt this good and this complete in all his life.
If he died right then, he knew he would have no regrets.
That is until he started to hear Tempest crying out in pain somewhere in the distance. She was so far away but somehow still hooked into his mind. As if he could hear what she was thinking.
"Dron, please. Let me go. Get off. Stop!" She begged him.
His heart lurched in his chest. Something was wrong. He couldn't understand what it could be, but he knew he had to figure out a way to get back to her.
"Tempest…" His voice was slurred. It felt like he was intoxicated.
"Dron, you're hurting me. Please." She whined and her body shook as she once again tried to lift herself off her.
Hurting her. He was hurting his own heart.
"No, no…" He said over and over as he shook his head and tried to force his mind from the stupor it was in. He had to get back to her. Had to help her.
