Vortex

Enterprise fiction by Mareel

 

 


 

With sleep a lost hope, a late night ramble led to the observation lounge--where I knew I'd find him. Standing sentinel by the viewport in soft sweatpants and tee shirt, sleep was clearly as elusive for him. We might as well clear the air.

In that first moment--his face unguarded, lit by some nameless nebula, but shadowed around the eyes--I saw him again: the Malcolm I held during the storm. I tried to slip in silently, to memorize that Malcolm, but a sigh announced me.

Poised to go or stay, I awaited his choice.

 

"Please don't go."

 

 

 

 


 

 

"It's time I stopped lying to both of us."

Hands and eyes met.

There was little need for more words. His storm-grey eyes said it all--when they found mine, the shadows dissipated. I could see myself there, along with something new: certainty.

But I had to say the words, to be clear. "Malcolm, I love you. But I need you to be sure of your own heart."

"I didn't realize how certain I was until I tried to deny what really happened."

"What makes you sure now?"

"My heart felt different after the storm...hollow...bereft. Now it doesn't."

 

 

 

The End


 

 

Copyright Mareel, 6/25/03

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