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her.
“Thanks for your concern, and thanks for getting the solar sail up. I’ll never know how you come up with these things but I probably owe you my life.” Her smile takes away the cold I have been feeling.
“I’ll see you in a while, when we get back. Bye.” I touch her awkwardly on the arm.
“Be careful.” She leans in and gives me a kiss.
I may be able to float to the plane.
The ups and downs of emotion are frustrating. Some days I am so confident and sure that she’s my girlfriend, and I can basically kiss her whenever I want. Other days I worry that she’s not really into me and I need to be careful about how I act around her. Trying to figure out what drives the insecure days only creates more insecurity, the list of reasons she could stop liking me is long.
“Seamus, before you go would you mind moving the reactor? Now that I know how important it is I think it and the monolith should mark the center of our village.” Mom is planning already.
The move was simple, a matter of meters. In the little time it took the other three guys opened up quite a gap.
Rather than catch up with them I hang back some distance. I feel good about everything right now and I want to hold on to that feeling for a little while longer. Emotional lows will likely outnumber highs for a while so savoring the highs is especially important.
Without being cliché I understand for the first time what it means to have someone make you stronger. Before Sofie I believed that strength could only come from within. The will to continue anything had to come from an internal drive. Now I know that you can be strong and push hard for someone else.
Sofie is not my ‘rock’ or my ‘pillar’ as I used to hear kids at school call their significant others, but she is my balance. When I want to quit or complain her face comes to me and I know that I cannot, she would never. If I’m too excited or think something is done she reminds me that there are more challenges ahead.
The idea of a pillar distracts me. Why do I always get distracted when I’m thinking of Sofie? The monoliths we found could be pillars. But why would there be a pillar standing all by itself? I wonder if there were ever ancient Roman pillars found standing alone in random places?
Chapter 9
At first the warmth from the rising sun felt nice, but it quickly became oppressive. As it rose higher the radiation from the sun became more pronounced, even under the cover of the solar sail. We are now outside the dome created by the solar sail and the beating of the sun is brutal. I doubt that we packed sunscreen, and even if we had it likely wouldn’t protect against the wavelengths that are affecting us now.
I always thought I was someone who preferred to be hot than cold. It used to be that I liked spring and summer more than fall and winter. Now I am longing for the night to come and return the planet to cool.
“Henry, can I ask a question that is going to sound kind of bad?” I interrupt a long stretch of silence.
“Sure.” He maintains his neutral composure.
“How did Jake get hurt during the crash? Everyone else was okay.” I’ve been gnawing on this for a while.
From the beginning I knew that asking it would sound accusatory, as if I thought Henry was at fault. I’m not used to worrying about the consequences of a question. In my opinion if someone doesn’t like a question it’s an internal thing and not a problem for the person asking. I don’t think that Henry did anything wrong but I can’t think of another way to ask the question. I hope he doesn’t interpret the question as an accusation.
“I’ve been going through the landing in my mind.” Henry emphasizes that it was not a crash, but he is shaking his head. “He stood up. He undid his seatbelt and stood up. But I don’t know why.”
“Was there trouble seeing?” Dad asks.
“None. Visibility was not an issue. We had the mud flats lined up almost as soon as we came across the warp.
“Thanks for your concern, and thanks for getting the solar sail up. I’ll never know how you come up with these things but I probably owe you my life.” Her smile takes away the cold I have been feeling.
“I’ll see you in a while, when we get back. Bye.” I touch her awkwardly on the arm.
“Be careful.” She leans in and gives me a kiss.
I may be able to float to the plane.
The ups and downs of emotion are frustrating. Some days I am so confident and sure that she’s my girlfriend, and I can basically kiss her whenever I want. Other days I worry that she’s not really into me and I need to be careful about how I act around her. Trying to figure out what drives the insecure days only creates more insecurity, the list of reasons she could stop liking me is long.
“Seamus, before you go would you mind moving the reactor? Now that I know how important it is I think it and the monolith should mark the center of our village.” Mom is planning already.
The move was simple, a matter of meters. In the little time it took the other three guys opened up quite a gap.
Rather than catch up with them I hang back some distance. I feel good about everything right now and I want to hold on to that feeling for a little while longer. Emotional lows will likely outnumber highs for a while so savoring the highs is especially important.
Without being cliché I understand for the first time what it means to have someone make you stronger. Before Sofie I believed that strength could only come from within. The will to continue anything had to come from an internal drive. Now I know that you can be strong and push hard for someone else.
Sofie is not my ‘rock’ or my ‘pillar’ as I used to hear kids at school call their significant others, but she is my balance. When I want to quit or complain her face comes to me and I know that I cannot, she would never. If I’m too excited or think something is done she reminds me that there are more challenges ahead.
The idea of a pillar distracts me. Why do I always get distracted when I’m thinking of Sofie? The monoliths we found could be pillars. But why would there be a pillar standing all by itself? I wonder if there were ever ancient Roman pillars found standing alone in random places?
Chapter 9
At first the warmth from the rising sun felt nice, but it quickly became oppressive. As it rose higher the radiation from the sun became more pronounced, even under the cover of the solar sail. We are now outside the dome created by the solar sail and the beating of the sun is brutal. I doubt that we packed sunscreen, and even if we had it likely wouldn’t protect against the wavelengths that are affecting us now.
I always thought I was someone who preferred to be hot than cold. It used to be that I liked spring and summer more than fall and winter. Now I am longing for the night to come and return the planet to cool.
“Henry, can I ask a question that is going to sound kind of bad?” I interrupt a long stretch of silence.
“Sure.” He maintains his neutral composure.
“How did Jake get hurt during the crash? Everyone else was okay.” I’ve been gnawing on this for a while.
From the beginning I knew that asking it would sound accusatory, as if I thought Henry was at fault. I’m not used to worrying about the consequences of a question. In my opinion if someone doesn’t like a question it’s an internal thing and not a problem for the person asking. I don’t think that Henry did anything wrong but I can’t think of another way to ask the question. I hope he doesn’t interpret the question as an accusation.
“I’ve been going through the landing in my mind.” Henry emphasizes that it was not a crash, but he is shaking his head. “He stood up. He undid his seatbelt and stood up. But I don’t know why.”
“Was there trouble seeing?” Dad asks.
“None. Visibility was not an issue. We had the mud flats lined up almost as soon as we came across the warp.
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