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Weeks go by, and it starts feeling normal, this constant back and forth. Picking up every safe job I can get my hands on, working my self ragged, knowing there's always that one thing to work toward... finding him again, collapsing into bed, stolen minutes and hours. Every moment we can cling to. It starts to feel normal, but it doesn't make that moment of separation any easier. Doesn't make Persephone's empty corridors any less lonely. I'm in the air, like I'm meant to be, and it feels good. Real good, and I like being able to work again. Being reminded that I can work a job on my own, and that I'm damn good at it, actually.
But after the end of every one, I high-tail it out to the meeting place, dock Persephone and wait. But this time, an hour goes by... and another... and another. And another, and I watch the sky for the familiar shape of Florence's hull, but I see nothing.
It's getting dark when I call up Wendy, just to talk, but she hears something in my voice and even when I tell her not to worry, I'm not all that surprised when she steps up through Persephone's hatch, grabs two beers from my fridge, hands over one and plops down in my copilot's chair like she fuckin' owns the place.
"Relax, Neil," she murmurs after a few minutes of scowling silence, stretching out her skinny leg and nudging my foot with one of her heavy boots. I manage a smile, just for her, but my eyes are still on the sky.
But after the end of every one, I high-tail it out to the meeting place, dock Persephone and wait. But this time, an hour goes by... and another... and another. And another, and I watch the sky for the familiar shape of Florence's hull, but I see nothing.
It's getting dark when I call up Wendy, just to talk, but she hears something in my voice and even when I tell her not to worry, I'm not all that surprised when she steps up through Persephone's hatch, grabs two beers from my fridge, hands over one and plops down in my copilot's chair like she fuckin' owns the place.
"Relax, Neil," she murmurs after a few minutes of scowling silence, stretching out her skinny leg and nudging my foot with one of her heavy boots. I manage a smile, just for her, but my eyes are still on the sky.