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"Starry eyes"

Every night the man would walk down to the beach at around 3am and take a look at the stars. He always felt very small and insignificant while looking out there. The universe is so vast, and endless with so many planets

And aliens…(he was once snatched and put on an ark of sorts to show the rest Of the universe what humans on Earth were), how could he, one little person Ever matter so much? As much effort and heart that he put into being a planeteer, he still felt that he would come up really short as he is only one

Guy and they are only five people. And as many people as they helped,

Saved and educated, there were millions more who were evil, ignorant

And/or both. The young man breathed in a heavy puff and exhaled some

Of the humid air-he then shook his head lightly and reprimanded himself.

He wasn't outside to think sad thoughts and his own worries, he was out

By the water to talk to the blond who was staring out into space.

"Hello, sexy." He said with a big smile. He waited a few minutes for her to speak.

She didn't respond at all and continued staring into space.

"Hello?" He inquired slightly louder. "Anyone home, Blondy?"

He waited a few minutes and some anger was starting to prick

At him…he breathed in a deep breath ready to be a little mean…when

She turned her head slightly and responded…"Hello, yankee."

She must be really upset, he thought because she spoke really softly.

There was no spark to it, she didn't yell at him, say something slightly

Snide…nothing….When was she ever this gentle speaking…and since

When did she ever look….so broken..?..

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He looked into her blue-green eyes and seen such despair and destruction…it kind of frightened him. All his anger faded and a swell

Of compassion filled him. He wanted to reach out and move a strand

Of hair that was dangling in front of her eye to the side but reminded himself that this upset, deer-caught-in-the-headlight-girl was still HIS Linka under it

All and if he moved that little strand of hair aside, she might break his

Hand. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked softly. He was standing only a few

Feet away from her now and for the first time he noticed what she wore.

With this weather and it being a little after three in the morning, why on

Earth would she be wearing that get up. The dark colors and the heavy boots

Stopped his heart still for a moment with absolute fear and terror…"tell me

You're not running away, tell me you're not leaving…please…please he whispered…" He didn't mean for her to hear him, but he assumed he had…

As her face hardened just a little and then she rolled her eyes and turned her head slightly away…."I'm not leaving, Yankee," she said with an authoritative voice.

"What's with the get-up, Linka?" He asked, not in a whisper and not in a harsh way, but a manner that hinted some worry and concern.

"I put this on to remember…" She said simply and turned her head to look at the handsome redhead…"to remember," she said again…and more

Assertively.