Pandora.
What am I doing here? This was Tommy's dream, Tommy's right. Why am I here? It's unfair, so unfair, that his Avatar, his face, the one that looks just like him, now looks like me. It now moves like me, talks like me, fights like me. Exactly like me.
It's mine.
She belongs to him, not me. She's my angel, my shining star, the one whom I see and the one who sees me. But she's not mine, not entirely. Because a part of her belongs to Tommy who should have been the one to meet and fall in love with this beautiful specimen of life. Tommy never lived to see the monstrous and bloated moon that looms over Pandora and the tiny ones that are but pinpricks in the dark night sky. Tommy trained for the mission and lived for another life on another planet. He was murdered for the money he had.
A bright future, gone.
A family member, gone.
My brother, gone.
We welcomed a son a few days ago. I didn't even know that it was physically possible but it happened. That boy, that wailing, flailing little creature isn't mine. The suit I'm wearing, the one that's now mine permanently, was configured for him and held his life within. I wish the little one was mine, but then again, I'm glad he isn't. He's a part of my other half, the half I was born with and who left prematurely and without me.
We named him Tommy.