"You get that 'lost in deep space' look about you sometimes. Whatcha thinking about, Pidge?"
Alaska barely heard him. Her fingers placed with the two wedding bands around her neck, and a slow sigh escaped her lips. Nox watched her for a moment longer before understanding, then wrapped his arm around her and hugged Alaska close. He pressed a light kiss against her temple, then left the room to allow Alaska to reminisce. She missed them, that was obvious.
Every time she got that far off look, though, Nox swore he lost her a little more.
Too many people gone. Too many chips in the porcelain.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
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