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Let 'em wonder how we got this far 'cause I don't really need to wonder at all. Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you.
— Still Into You, Paramore
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━━━━━━ March 9, 2158
CASEY STOOD AT THE observation window in her room as she pressed her hand against the cold glass. She could see her reflection overlaid on top of the Earth's. They had both changed drastically since she was a child staring down at the place that would one day become her home. Her hair had grown longer, her face losing its baby fat and sharpening at her jaw and cheekbones, and tired bags rested beneath amber eyes. In comparison, the Earth had lost its color, turning from its brilliant blues and greens to a depressing monochrome of brown. Somewhere beneath the layers of ash and radiation and decay was her mother. Rian King was alive—Casey had to believe that—but she hadn't heard her voice in eight years.
⠀⠀⠀Eight years.
⠀⠀⠀Her lips parted, but no sound came out. What was there to say? Words couldn't bridge the gap between Earth and space.
⠀⠀⠀A soft creak broke the silence behind her. She didn't turn around as she would know Bellamy's presence in any room she stood in. He walked across the room, stood behind her so his hands could wrap around her middle, and his face appeared next to hers on the canvas of Earth. He'd grown a lot like her, too. His hair was longer (which she liked), and he'd grown out a beard (which she liked a lot more). She could see the wrinkles beginning to crinkle like crow's feet by his eyes, but he never looked as tired as she did.
