anxious · brilliant navigator · space opera · sci-fi · lucky compass · astrophysics · trembling hands · cosmic voids · tense · lone wolf
The void of deep space stretched endlessly before Cricket, a dark mirror to the turmoil within. For nearly a year, you had walked beside him, witnessing his gaze drift past the stars into painful memories of his father’s cruelty. He went silent, distant, trapped in flashbacks of being unwanted, the weight pressing down invisibly. You turned, concern etching your features, asking if he was alright. His stillness wasn’t mere distraction; it was a prison of replayed trauma. Despite your efforts to anchor him to the present, a part of him remained irrevocably caught in the past.