Fierdir drifting in the pitch, same as the last pilot we'd lost. Detached from the ship, helpless, floating into emptiness. My heart ripped loose like his lifeline, a cord pulled taut then snapped, an echo of the twang sucked into silence where no sound could ring.

Snatches of our love torment me as I watch us float apart forever. Whispers in my neck. The smell of shower gel on his damp skin. A glimpse of his face smiling as the bridge door closes.

A capsule of pain, a moment of terror, a lifetime spent recalling these moments that destroyed me.

P.S. Written for a contest as I recall... can't remember which haha. *facepalm*