I look at his peaceful, sleeping face and glance at the rapidly falling oxygen level.

The amount needed was miscalculated.
We have enough oxygen for one person to reach earth safely.

A tear escapes my eyes as I float to the control hatch and open the emergency door of the spaceship.

Alarms ring.

I plunge into space.

Suddenly I'm being pulled back.

The door bangs shut.

"Why?"

I point at the oxygen levels.

"I'm a humanoid. I don't need air."

"What? No."

"But why would you die for me?"

I keep quiet .

He sighs, "Oh right. Human emotions. It's love."