June 11, 2054

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Me and Commander Hunt haven't really talked since we shared an intimate moment on the submarine. I guess that's the way it should be. What happened only happens because we thought we were going to die. Clearly that hadn't happened, so it made sense to revert back to his things were.

That is except things haven't quite reverted back to the way they were. Everything is awkward now. It is as if he is always trying to avoid being in the same room, and when we are he completely avoids eye contact. The only time he speaks to me is when he is giving orders.

It also doesn't help that Lee constantly makes faces whenever we are together in the same room. Clearly, he saw enough when he opened the submarine to put us on oxygen.

I haven't thought of a person this much in a while. It is making me crazy. What happened in that submarine felt like something special, and even if it wasn't he could tell me to my face.

Who knows? What do I know about a special connection with another person? I'd spent the last period of my life on a secluded space mission with only six other people. Before that I hardly dated because I was too busy with work and my son.

When I'm not working, I am constantly replaying what happened in my mind, trying to search for signs of how he truly felt about me. He hated me. He had to. Why else would he be constantly yelling at me in training camp?

Fortunately, now that we have all the samples of the water there is plenty of work for me to do analyzing them. If it wasn't for the fact that this research was so fascinating, I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about him.  

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