The cursor blinked on an empty screen. For Clara, that blinking line was the heartbeat of a love story that the physical world refused to understand.
And above his head, a custom speech bubble lingered: te amarei para sempre online
Clara stared at the screen. She looked down at her pale, useless legs, at the oxygen tubing snaking across her pillow. She could not let him see her as the broken cleric in real life. Online, she was his equal. Offline, she was a prisoner. The cursor blinked on an empty screen