My heart is broken in minute little pieces, each as if created by an artisan, each in a perfectly crafted, similar shape.
The shape of his face.
He smiled at me, in passing, as if he only had half a second time for me and the smile was the best thing he could give me.
For half a second he was mine.
And then he moved away from me. I could sense he strapped himself into his seat.
He talked with Control and finally said, “Ready for lift off.”
Have I ever mentioned his voice? It is deep, like the darkest of chocolates.
“Let’s go, ship.”
He mentioned me by my given name.
I sent my thoughts out to the electrodes in my finger tips. I twitched my eyes and cheeks to start the engines of the ship and said, “You can call me Rose. I am ready for lift off in 3, 2, 1….”
I looked up at the ceiling of my room, and in one fleeting second I pictured his face in it. His beautiful, gorgeous chiseled face.
His voice was sharp. “Everything alright, Rose?”
“Always. Setting a course for Mars. I suggest you go into hibernation now. Don’t worry, I will keep you safe.”
“Somehow that comforts me, Rose. Are you well?”
I blushed. Blood pumped to my face from the useless, motionless parts of my body. I looked down on my helpless lower body. Somewhere in there, my heart beat itself whole.
“Good night, my sweet Rose. Safe travels!”
I lay there and listened to the sound of his breathing.
I stretched my consciousness over the ship and turned the hull into the blue of his eyes.
I listened to his breathing and smiled.