Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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The Deadly Years
I know what is happening.
We are all dying.
It scares me.
I am afraid.
I am afraid
they will all leave me
alone
because I know what is happening—
but it can't be happening.
It won't be.
It isn't.
But it is.
Do you see?
Do you see how they have all
ganged up
against you?
Even Spock
has betrayed you.
And now he is here.
As if he didn't just…
Betray you.
you are in the dark,
alone.
In your room.
Alone,
so you do not have to remember
how alone you are—
and here he is.
You never want to see him again.
You want him to feel the way you feel.
Betrayed.
Rejected.
Alone.
So you speak,
bitter words filling your mouth,
and you see the moment when it happens—
when you hurt him like he hurt you.
But
it doesn't make you feel any better
or any less alone.
He leaves.
You watch.
In the dark of your room,
you stand.
Silent.
You only wish to be left
alone.
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