David stared at his computer screen before looking back to the picture frame at the side of his desk. It was a photograph of him and his ex-girlfriend stood at the summit of a mountain. A selfie they had taken to record their achievement. In the picture, David kisses her cheek whilst she looks into the lens of the camera. He continued to stare at the picture before he placed it back on his desk, but not back in its usual place instead next to the monitor.

He started tapping on the screen. He was on 'Design Your Own Robot', a website that does as the name suggests. You design a robot with any face and any mannerisms you wish. The list they provide is almost endless. His eyes flicked between the picture of Zara and the website. He adjusted the hair length, it was different from the picture. When they climbed the mountain her hair was shorter, a cropped style she was nervous about getting. She had always had shoulder-length hair ever since they had met, so this is the hair length David chose. He moved onto eye colour, a vibrant blue. He then moved onto the mannerisms. He sat back for a moment and tried to think of her and their time together. The way she would drum her fingers on any surface. He decided to leave that out, he remembered them arguing about that exact thing one night when it started to drive David a little mad. He did add in the head tilt she always had when he was talking. She hung on every word he said, with her head resting on her hand while she watched him talk about the things he was so passionate about. Things other people would have found so dull, but that is why he loved her. Even if she did find him a little boring sometimes, as he suspected she did, she never let on.

After a few hours work, he sat back and looked at this replica on the screen of the woman he loved, she stared back at him. He didn't look at the cost as he paid. David leaned back on his chair and smiled to himself while carefully he placed the framed picture of the couple back in its rightful place.

She looked back at him with those eyes that were all too familiar, "Hello David, It is very nice to meet you."

His ear to ear grin started to fade slightly, "We have actually already met." he said.

He sat her down on the chair opposite and told her about his relationship with Zara, every detail he could remember. Well, most details, he left out of course some of those more annoying habits, as he had done when designing her. He told her about their first meeting. Their first date at a restaurant he couldn't afford but he wanted to try to show off for her. He told her about their first time, how it was awkward but how they lay on their side looking at each other afterward, staring into each other's eyes while listening to the other breathe. He tried to tell her about everything.

A week later Robot Zara was watching him talk on and on almost endlessly about his self-admitted boring job. She had her head resting on her hand, that was when he first noticed it. He stopped talking mid-sentence.

"What's wrong my love?" She asked him.

"Nothing, it's just...nothing don't worry about it." He answered.

"Please tell me if something is bothering you, I can try to fix it." She pressed him.

He stared at her, into her vibrantly blue eyes. Too vibrant he suddenly thought, "Well it's that little look you did then when you nodded to what I was saying, She would never have done that. She would listen and watch me yes, but she would never nod her head along."

"I'm sorry I didn't know."

"It's fine, now you know. Don't do that again."

A few days later when David was cooking, he heard it. Zara was standing to the side watching him, all the while giving little hints of how he could cook better. That was one of the little things he had always loved her for. He turned his back to her for a moment when he heard that all too familiar sound of fingers drumming on the countertop. It stopped him dead in his tracks. Then he heard it again, each finger beating down onto the surface. He turned to look at her, "Why did you do that?"

"Do what my love?" She said.

"Beat your fingers on the counter, why did you do that?" He demanded.

"I don't know. I just did it, I didn't think too much about it."

His voice got a little louder, "Don't ever do that again."

"I'm sorry, my love. I won't."

He didn't speak to her for the rest of the evening.

They were laid in bed that night, he couldn't sleep. He watched her. The new designs of the robots mimicked sleep when they laid to recharge overnight. He watched her breathe, her chest rising and falling. "Zara never slept on her back," he said, "She slept on her side." He watched her all night.

The next day David was sat at his desk staring blankly at his screen. His eyes started to move towards the picture above the desk, the picture taken atop the mountain. He focused his gaze onto her smile in that photograph, how unashamedly happy they were that day. He moved across the picture to her staring back at him. He looked into her blue eyes for a long moment. His stare was broken when Robot Zara walked into the room holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee. He turned to look at her, as she placed the mug on the desk.

"Is there anything else I can get for you, my love?" She asked him. He looked her up and down before shaking his head. She started to walk out of the room.

"Wait," David said, "Tell me something. How can you look so much like her but be so different?"

She turned around to look at him, "I'm sorry I don't understand."

"How could you?" he said shaking his head. She continued to stand there looking at him as he sat back and looked up to the ceiling, "I love her so much you know."

"I know. I love you too." She said.

David laughed a little, "I'm talking about her." He pointed to the photograph on his desk.

"Am I not her, as you designed me, my love?"

"You are, but you aren't. There is something wrong." he said, "I loved her more than I could ever express. I still love her more than I am able to understand, I think. We were only together for 18 months, do you ever know someone that well in such a short time?"

"I'm sorry I don't understand my love."

David stood up and hugged Robot Zara, "You were my first everything."

"I know."

"I'm sorry." David whispered into her ear.

"I know my love."

He pulled his right hand from the small of her back and brushed her hair from her neck. He pressed twice on the top of her spine. She fell lifeless into his arms. David fell to the floor. He sat there and looked at her. At the face he loved, but this was not the woman he ached for.