He took the job because he wanted distance from everything. Six months on a supply ship to Mars. Two-person crew. Quiet work. Empty space.

He didn't expect to fall in love.

She played chess. She made his coffee. She told him about the daughter she lost. She cried in the med bay when she thought he wasn't watching. She was everything he didn't know he needed.

Then she started pulling away. Not all at once. Just enough to notice. And the things she wouldn't say started taking up more space than the things she would.

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