Bina Walburn
Dislcaimer: I do not own Trek. I only own many economics books and Paramount cannot have those.
The Severing of the Bond
I cannot believe that he is dead. My beautiful, impulsive lover... Charles Tucker the Third. Most people know him as Trip. But I do not know him as just another Starfleet associate. He was my friend, my lover, my thyla. I know I am not supposed to feel as I am a Vulcan. How do Humans manage with these emotions, day after day? We are taught as Vulcans not feel, and not to love. My soul mate is gone and so is my precious baby. I knew she did not have time on her side. But I had assumed my friend would be there, at least a little longer. Humans are so short lived. Logically, I knew that the chances I would out live him would be great. But sometimes logic cannot save the day. Logic cannot save me from the illogical pain I feel in my heart from him. I am all alone. No more will I hear whispers in my mind. It is time for me to go to the signing of the Federation with Archer. We have gained so much, a coalition of planets. But still… it seems so empty a triumph. My thyla will is not by my side.