The Man That Watched It Go [A Short Story]

Transmission: USLS TO EARTH

TRANSMISSION LOGS: CHARLES TO MIRANDA
SEPTEMBER 5th, 2089
USLS TO EARTH
DAYS SINCE ARRIVAL: 288
TIME SENT: 11:52 PM (EST TIME)

I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, but with all this going on, it's hard to. I've been thinking about everything, which is something I haven't done since I got up here. I regret so much now, Miranda. I hate how I realize this now, I regret so much, Miranda. I wish I never came up here. I should have quit my job and stayed with you to mourn. All those nights I went out to just drive alone could have, and should have been spent with you. I should've never let our divorce happen. I never say this in my logs, but I haven't been happy up here. I only talk about what I've done during work, or the drama going on over at ISS to avoid talking about my thoughts. I'm still mourning, and my only wish out of all this is to just read something from you. I know you think I don't care, and I don't blame you. My actions do make it seem like I don't, but I do. I'm just struggling to deal with our loss. I've never lost my own child before, and I feel like it's all my fault because he got it from me. I blame myself every night before I sleep. I'm sorry things had to be this way, Miranda. I'm sorry about Luke. God, just thinking about his bright smile makes me laugh. He always smiled, even when he left, he left with a weak smile. I miss him so much, Miranda, and I miss you too. Goodbye, Miranda. I wish it didn't have to end like this.