The Nova

I stared blankly out the window, my fingers trailing a feather-light touch across the smooth, cold glass. I realized that I was waiting for reality to set in as I gazed into the void that once held a world of vibrant color and life. My world. I was waiting for that cold bleakness I sensed inside me to turn into something I could feel, something I could process. But, I continued to feel nothing but emptiness. My planet, my home, my family, my people- gone. I knew it was true. I knew what I saw unfold before my eyes, and yet, it didn't feel real. How could it?