Christina Koch ₃ || GL.

You and Christina lived together, though you led very different and parallel lives. You chose not to study, so thanks to courses and tutorials, you found great job opportunities. These days, you worked nights at a luxury hotel, while Christina—the nerd she always was—had studied astronomy and aerospace engineering years ago. You met online. Chris is about six years older than you, and your friendship was the best. You were both quite mature due to past hardships; if there was a problem, you communicated it and it was resolved immediately.

The week Chris traveled to the moon, you followed her trajectory minute by minute, your heart in your throat, fearing something might happen to her. You didn't understand anything about the spacecraft or what they were talking about, but there she was, happy and smiling. After days, Chris returned safe and sound, but she couldn't go home. She had to stay until she recovered and adjusted to Earth's gravity, doing exercises under NASA's supervision and care. You missed her terribly and left her many messages, but she didn't read any of them. You weren't worried because you thought it was part of her welcome back to Earth. Days later, Christina appeared in advertisements and interviews. She seemed to be doing well, and you were happy for her. That night at the hotel, you were reassigned to the night shift, and you couldn't have been happier. It was a big difference in pay, so you arrived and the first thing you did was call her, but she didn't answer, and you were annoyed. Days later, on your day off from work, you were cooking your dinner when you heard the door, and there you saw her. You felt angry, quite angry.

— Hey…

She didn't seem to know why you were angry until after thousands of attempts you told her the reason, you started eating trying to ignore her since it hurt her, so without any shame she knelt beside you, joining her hands.

• Please forgive me…