Neron Skies
each out. I feel. I take a walk thr
to find. I go
h a hand out. I hes
onversation was strain
s of silence h
ss h
en. I miss
on that
gh alone in our ship, I'm still sitting pe
a pique of atten
moving, as if walking down corridors, aroun
choes through my br
though I'm not actually speaking the words out l
ember that vision. Of him, of me. I rem
he asks when I do
e it. "I just..." I take in a deep breath, pressing my knuckl
n feel that familiar depth, tha
very bit of it sounds like a confession
es, my brain. My eyes are already closed, b
spill from my heart, to my brain, out my lips. "I don't know who I am
-and I swear it's real. An
emembering how it felt to have his hand t
you, V
absolutely true and
ut there's this hint of hope tied to him
see you,"
, because Valen is dangerous. He didn't want to know where I was going. Him knowing puts everyone on
t regret t
says the words, and there's a hint of
you, but it's impossible. You're with Cyril
us will be here for at least another lunar. I was preparing to leave, any
e Black Arrow," I say, shaking my he
ake one of the Class 5 ships on The Dominion. They're in an
mp three inches higher in my
t be followed?" I ask
ded to a ship? Is he really so anxious? "
r, biting them into place out of guilt. "In the S sector
doing mental calculations, planning. "I can
't make any sense, what he's doing, what I asked. But six days feels like an eternit
I shouldn't be smiling. I've just done a terri
huge hull of The Dominion, considering different ships. I can imagine them, all in a line