Will anyone ever tell me I’m pretty?
She was nearly nineteen and her life experience with boys sucked. She recalled her last messages over the moonweb with Derek.
Maeve: Why don’t we exchange photos? Do you look like your avatar?
Derek: Not really. Do you?
Maeve: Yes, a bit. So, will we exchange photos?
Derek: Maybe another time.
Maeve had thrown the mobile onto her bed. It was so frustrating.
She knew she was wasting her time, over four years of it now, but at times, she felt a strong connection. And she can’t be just imagining it. That isn’t who she is.
Derek was smart, razor smart. And they had an interest in many of the same things – chess, music, and Star Systems Regenade War. That’s where they met. He was a dashing commander of the Kuiper Belt Realm, she a General of Venus Command. Their love of conquest helped bond them together.
Her wrist went off. Time to report for duty. She walked out of her room, the automatic doors whooshing open and then closing. This was the main corridor of the spaceship. Not that it looked like one. More like an old folks’ home. It was filled with old people with walking sticks slowly going about their business on the carpet floor.
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