This story contains themes of suicidal ideation and references to childhood trauma. If you or someone you know is struggling or simply needs someone to talk to, please seek support from a suicide prevention or crisis hotline in your country. If you are in the United States, you can call or text 988, the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. If you or someone you know is in immediate danger, please contact your local emergency services (for example 911 or 112).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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The Utah snow drifting through the nighttime air outside the windows of Apex Tower in West Valley gave the world a stillness that dampened the noise of hovercars flying along Redwood Road. Forty-two floors above the street, the warmth of housing slot B wrapped the room in a quiet, sheltered comfort against the middle of the cold winter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Talonor slept in the queen-sized bed\u2014too small for his size but the only one that barely fit in the room\u2014and his snoring rang like a brass bell. A drawer squeaking open in another room made the massively muscular minotaur-like alien stir. He rolled over, bleary-eyed, and found an empty space beside him in the bed. His breath caught and a chill ran down his spine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAh fuck, it\u2019s that time of year,\u201d Talonor growled. He threw the covers off and sat up, alone, trying to get his heartbeat pumping to match his body. \u201cI hope he\u2019s alright,\u201d he said quietly to himself as he rubbed his right broken horn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stood up and his hoofsteps trudged toward the door. The warm light above the kitchen table softly lit the living room outside the bedroom. Talonor poked his head out and saw Jack\u2019s head over the kitchen counter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jack\u2019s eye implant glinted in the light above him. His face was solemn, staring down at something as he sat at the kitchen table. Talonor didn\u2019t have to see it to know what Jack was looking at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Talonor walked through the living room area, devoid of Christmas decorations, a tree, or presents. He stopped near the kitchen counter and saw Jack staring at a plasma bolt pistol in his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Talonor stood motionless, seeing Jack with his shirt off, knowing the weight of Jack\u2019s human pain. \u201cJack\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGo back to bed, Cowboy,\u201d Jack replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jack rubbed his fingers along the barrel of the weapon as he inspected it. \u201cI couldn\u2019t sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJack, you gotta quit doing this. Every year\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know, it\u2019s just\u2026I hate it. I hate this time of year\u2026the memories. Every night I close my eye, I see him. Lying there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut this night is always different,\u201d Talonor said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jack bowed his head. \u201cIt hits different.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJack, that was twenty-seven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jack sighed as he leaned back. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t make it any better.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTrauma doesn\u2019t get to decide who you are, Jack. It hurts, yeah, but what you do after the pain\u2026that\u2019s the part that defines you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jack tightened his hand around the grip of the gun, staring at it blankly. \u201cIt would be so easy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJack, don\u2019t think like that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, it would. Just one second and I can escape the pain\u2026the memories.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Talonor stepped forward and rested a gentle hand on Jack\u2019s shoulder. \u201cJack, please don\u2019t go. I\u2019d miss you. You\u2019d be leaving me forever. You might have lost him, but I\u2019d be losing you too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A tear escaped Jack\u2019s eye. He slowly placed the gun on the table. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I just\u2026I just wanted it to end.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Talonor studied Jack. \u201cCome to bed, Jack. I can\u2019t lose you. Not tonight. Not ever.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jack sniffed and nodded. \u201cYeah. Yeah, you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Talonor reached out his hand. Jack looked at it like an enigma. Slowly, he lifted his own hand and took Talonor\u2019s. Talonor helped Jack up, and the moment Jack stood, Talonor wrapped his huge arms around Jack\u2019s frame and hugged him tightly. \u201cI love you, Jack. You\u2019re my everything. \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jack gently wrapped his arms around Talonor. \u201cI know, Cowboy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This story is set on December 24th, 2593 CE, a few days before the events of Starship Dominatrix, Book 1. It’s an unapologetically queer space opera series by Dustin J. Craig. Jack and Talonor’s full story\u2014with all its heartbreak, laughter, spacetime fractures, and fierce love\u2014is waiting for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Continue the journey with Starship Dominatrix.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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