(like love)

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I gently let my fingers run over her skin; silky, sweet-smelling skin, aquiline nose, rosy cheeks, smooth implant. I suck the sensation in to never forget, because I don’t have faith. I know that in the big things (like love) I’m not lucky, or God just doesn’t favor me. And, unfortunately, with some things (like love) I know determination and hard work don’t make the difference. Self-pity doesn’t suit me. Suck it up and let her leave.

‘Goodbye Seven.’

‘Goodbye Kathryn.’


I am aware of her lack of faith, but I don’t share it and I think it’s that which allows her to let me leave for Vulcan without trying to stop me. Some time away from her, some time away from the bond we have, will make changing the parameters of our relationship easier.

It is my theory at least.

Something needs to change. I will not be her subordinate in love.


My plans have changed slightly. I do not let her know this. After eight months on Vulcan I am now on my way to Risa. I have learned to recognize my emotions; I have learned to control those emotions, to some degree. Now it is time to learn how to express those emotions (like love), if I choose to.

I choose to control my fear that she has moved on from me, that her fear has made her give up on things she is entitled to (like love).


‘Hello Kathryn.’

‘Hello Seven.’

I let my fingers run over her skin; her silky, sweet-smelling skin, the lines near her eyes, the little nose, and the strong chin.

‘I love you, Kathryn.’

I smooth the tears that slowly well into her skin.

‘I love you too.’ Her voice a soft caress over my face, my nose, my cheeks, my lips.

‘Have you waited for me?’

She nods. I don’t think she can talk right now, so I touch my lips to hers and kiss her gently, caringly.


Maybe I should have known. I didn’t need to be lucky; I just needed a little faith in the fact that I would always favor her.

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