Oct 10, 2021
4 min read
The first wave, an army
A short story
I kissed her for the last time there, in the bay of a beaten-up starship that smelled like shit, just before the doors slid shut and we lifted off towards an unknown world. She felt like home, like everything I had ever wanted and a piece of me all at once, and now I was leaving her.
She understood. We all understood. But that didn’t make it any easier.
