WIP-woke-stupidly-early-saw-Len’s-gorgeous-art-again-and-went-down-a-rabbit-hole
The coincidences were extreme… ridiculous. To the point where it felt impossible it could only be a coincidence.
Was this the universe giving him a chance? Was some god throwing him a lifeline?
He’d never really believed in one, but Lucy had. She’d always teased that one day he’d have to accept he wasn’t quite the biggest deal in the universe. Before he could object, she’d shush him and say that the fact they had each other was enough evidence for her that someone out there was blessing them.
He’d almost come to believe the same, to want to believe the same… until she was taken from him.
Now? He didn’t know. But he’d started asking anyway, just in case someone was listening. The requests had varied over time:
Please say they stocked the ship before the test flight?
Please let these seeds be alive?
Please let this generator be fixable?
Please let this bone not be broken?
Please send someone to save me?
Please look after my boys?
Please tell Scott I’m sorry?
Please help me be brave, I don’t feel brave anymore…
Sometimes, on the days he got stuck, when he couldn’t seem to move from his bunk anymore, he thought he could hear a voice - “It’s going to ok, get up, keep going, it’s worth it, hang on, I’m here.” Maybe it was God. Maybe it was Lucy’s ghost. Maybe he was just losing his mind. But he’d got himself up anyway and he’d kept going. He’d hung on.
Sometimes it was little more keeping him going than the dread of his boys arriving to find he’d given up. But he got the strength from somewhere and used it the best he could.
Please keep this rock together.
Please let there be time.
Another vibration made the entire cabin shudder. He swallowed hard and bit down on the edge of the blanket.
Please let me see my Lucy again.