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Chapters (35)
  1. Embassy
  2. April 15
  3. Part 1
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Part 2
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Part 3
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty

I stare across the room. The hum grows louder as I become more aware of its low reverberation. It fills the air in the quietest of places. The empty food court, the dark Records room. Father’s—no, not his, my living quarters. Three days ago, the hum relaxed me and blanketed my thoughts. Now, on the fifth day of the expedition, it swells them. I don’t just think of Ladia: I yearn for her. If only she were here now… The pang wells up in my chest, but I have to do what Glacia said and suppress those urges, lock them down. Succumbing to my desires—desires I cannot yet fulfill—will break whatever progress I’ve made, no matter how small that progress may be.

When my thoughts finally wander elsewhere, the hollowness in my chest seems to vanish. I think that’s a good thing. It surprises me when I realize Ladia isn’t on my mind. Weird, yet satisfying.

So that’s what I force myself to do. The moment her name rushes into my thoughts, I hold it at bay. I make a plan. Having a plan helps prepare me for when I’ll finally see her. First chance I get, I’ll visit her city—Subari—and I’ll find her house: House 58 on Axio Street, wherever that might be. I’ll walk up to her door and knock. If Ambassador Purnell—her father—answers, we’ll talk for a few minutes. After a short chat, I’ll ask to see Ladia. If her mother answers the door, I’ll explain who I am and ask to see Ladia. And if Ladia answers the door, well…

My heart races. It’s been too long. I can’t even picture her face. We never any took pictures. Never thought to. Most people take pictures to tell stories about the places they’ve been, but even Ladia said Undil isn’t all that appealing. It’s just a desert, one big, empty, dusty desert with mesas here and there. Not the most beautiful of places.

What I do remember is her black hair. When she would lay on top of me, the ends of it would brush my ears and nose. It would surround our faces and block out the world. We’d kiss behind that veil and whisper how much we loved each other, how it wasn’t fair that she couldn’t stay longer, how my friends were jealous of us.

I’ll have all of those memories back. When Ladia sees me, her eyes will light up and she’ll smile as big as Glacia does. She’ll throw her arms around me and I’ll hold her and kiss her. Then we’ll figure out how we can stay together once and for all. We’ve waited too long for this.

We deserve a chance.