If The Sky Must Fall
The sky is falling.
It sounds like a child's fairy tale but it's true.
It should frighten me. Terrify me. Dismay me.
If this mission doesn't succeed, if we fail, then the sky will indeed fall, with all that we've worked for, all that we've fought for over the last five years going for nought.
Then I look over at her, a study in concentration, her ruby lips pursed in thought, sapphire orbs of intensity burning holes in mathematics and logic, and I smile.
I know we'll survive this.
And if the sky must fall, at least we'll be together.