Written by Jacob Ibrag
Turning away from the window, she asks him,
‘do you ever think about where we came from? What if
we’re all that’s left in the hollow space of dead solar systems?’
Grabbing another bite of his salted caramel ice cream, he takes a
seat next to her and answers, ‘see that’s the problem with people.
We’re caught up with retired planets and what if’s rather than
concentrating on the souls who love us enough to kill.’