ObiWanLovers

The ship’s windows were tall, spare mixes of metal and glass that rose to the incredibly high ceilings in what seemed to be a novice designer’s attempt at elegance. The actual effect was far more foreboding: long rows of the black slate of space, one gaping door after another that led to the unknown, to the cold, to death. In one of these frozen doorways stood a man, dwarfed by the size of it, made almost invisible by the dark clothes he wore. He stood alone and looked outside, at the emptiness of deep space, and waited for the feeling to return. The feeling that he was not alone in this alien ship, long ago set to autopilot in