My first attempt at Inspiration Monday. I’ll be brave and post this unedited. (Eek.)
I didn’t see you that day. You had gone off on a mission, and who was I to judge? I tried to take your advice and not think about it. But something about cleaning your cabin always put my mind on the runway, shooting out the side of the ship, searching the depth of space for you.
I remember the blood on your pillow. I remember the clean pillowcase I put on it. I remember collecting my sponge and pail. Closing and locking your door. Then I let myself in next door and walked in on Jax removing his combat suit. I didn’t expect the two of you back so soon.
He wasn’t mad. He just hugged me to him, sponge and pail and all.
“We won,” he said. He had blood all over him. I knew it couldn’t be his.
I stared past him, out the little porthole window, knowing you weren’t with him like you should be.
“Why is the sky black?”