“I don’t know, Listy. I think I’m getting cold feet.”
A pause, “Ace said tha’ if ya got cold feet we should follow tha beacon.”
Silence as they stared at the pink planet. “Are you really going to be the one to break the chain?”
More silence, questions better left unanswered.
He could have made him stay, but instead told him to go.
“Good luck, Ace.” A quick hug, no kisses good-bye, no declarations of love, no reason to stay.
No more smiles, jokes, or pranks.
No more longing looks, brushing hands, or tension a knife couldn’t cut.
Only a hug, a weak smile, and a “good luck”.
No reason to stay.