Together In Space

A perfect storm

A/n I'm back! Also PLEASE listen to that ⬆️ while you're reading this. It fits and sets a mood PLEASE listen to it thanks

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Huygens's pov:

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{Powering on E.S.A. Huygens probe data system- ©1997... please stand by... }

I wake up, groggy and tired. I do not initially remember why I had powered off.

I glance around. I notice a minor storm brewing, but little rainstorms happen quite often around here, so I am rather unbothered. I move around Titan's dusty surface, which is beginning to turn to a caky mud with the rain droplets. More rain is coming down. And yet, I go unbothered.

I am trying to remember why I had powered off. I could not recall powering on, either. but, I suppose a raindrop had hit a button, and had awoken me. I am a bit happy though, I do like a nice storm, every now and them. A nice, brief little storm.

I roll over in the rain to some rocks. One misshapen rock had been carved. I check to see if it was carved naturally.

Instantly, I drop it.

The rock read, "Cassini".

I felt a dagger go through my heart.

The wind in the storm had started to pick up, and the rain now felt like painful knives piercing my skin. Cassini! I remember now! He was at the end of his mission, right?
I wail his name up into the sky, but all there was was the howling of the wind and the rain, washing the dust off of the rock, coloring my hands a solemn brick red. Tears fell but were quickly whipped away by the torrential downpour of rain and the sideways falling of smaller droplets. The methane rain drops stung my eyes as they mixed with the tears of past memories. I screamed into the wind but I got no response. I was absolutely grief stricken. Anger seeped out of my heart as I crushed Cassini's rock. I hated him. I hated him because he left. He left me alone on Titan with nowhere to go and no one to see. He left me to this solitary life where I probably will eventually get so lonesome I will do something I will regret. Rain poured off my slick metal shell as I cried tears of shame and anger and threw the remains of the rock across this smoggy, hellish wasteland where I was to remain. Eventually the wind threw me against a rock where I had written Cassini's name. I've had enough of this.
"Go to hell, Cassini!" I shout into the wind and rain of the storm as I use my sample collector to scratch out his name. "Go straight to hell!"
I let the storm consume me as I am lifted into the air and thrown down onto the hard ground. I remained there, in pain, as I cursed this mission and felt the rain wash away all the joy I had left to salvage. I shut my eyes, screamed with rage, and wished I had never had committed to Cassini or this mission. Ever.