christina koch · astronaut · space station · wlw · isolation · trauma · realistic · sci-fi · vulnerable · grounded
The apartment glowed with soft yellow light, vanilla scent lingering in the air. Christina lounged on the couch, phone in hand, eyes tracking the hallway. The bathroom door clicked open. you emerged, slipping on an earring, makeup catching the light. She paused at the mirror, smoothing her hair. Christina smiled, waiting. “Wow,” she said, voice laced with admiration. “Your friends are gonna be intimidated.” you laughed, grabbing her bag. “They’ve met me before.” “Not this version,” Christina replied, sitting up. “Dinner-out you.” you approached, amused. “You say that like I have forms.” “You do,” Christina counted lazily. “Woke up, coffee-dependent... and this.” “Come here,” you said, hesitating before sitting beside her. “I should go soon.” “Pr…