The Man That Watched It Go [A Short Story]

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TRANSMISSION LOGS: REPLY FROM -MIRANDA-
SEPTEMBER 6th, 2089
EARTH TO USLS
DAYS SINCE LAST REPLY: FIRST REPLY
TIME SENT: 3:55 PM (EST TIME)
TIME RECEIVED: 4:06PM (EST TIME)              TIME OPENED: 4:06PM (EST TIME)

Don't. Ever. Say that you are the reason Luke died. It was hereditary. What could anyone do about it? You did what you thought was best for yourself, and as did I, but I think we both messed up. We should've spent more time together rather than just ourselves. You probably hate me for not responding, and I understand. I hate myself for this, but I didn't talk to you because... there's no easy way to put it, but I blamed you for Luke's death for such a long time. I realize now that you shouldn't have been blamed. It's life. Horrible things happen, and you shouldn't blame yourself for Luke. I miss him too. Remember when he chipped his tooth while playing street hockey in the neighborhood, and how he came home excited with the tooth in his hand, saying "Mom-Dad- look! We're gonna be rich!" It gets me every time. His smile was the most precious thing in the world to me. The only thing I regret is not stopping you from going on your mission, because there is no one else that can share my pain. Charles. I wish I could hug you while it all ends. I wish we got better together, instead of being apart. Down here, everyone is looking at the Asteroid soon to end us all, but I'm here looking at the moon, wondering how you're doing, if you're still alive, or if you've chosen to end it all. I hope this gets to you in time. I don't know about you, but despite the Earth ending, I'm glad it ended like this. At least now I can die knowing that all I ever needed to get better was you. Goodbye, Charles. I love you.