The nebula was silent for the first time in decades. Admiral Elara Vance stood on the observation deck of her flagship, watching the gas clouds churn below. The war had ended, and the treaty had been signed. The enemy had retreated to the far reaches of the galaxy, and the sector was finally at peace.
"Admiral, the fleet is ready for decommissioning," her aide said.
She turned, her eyes calm but her heart heavy. "Very well. Begin the process."
She walked through the hangar, past the fighters that had once been her home. The war was over, but the memories would never fade.
"Admiral
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The house was too quiet without her. Marcus sat at the kitchen table, a cup of cold coffee in front of him, the crossword puzzle unfinished. The dog slept at his feet, the clock ticked on the wall, and the world outside moved on.
It had been four months since Elena deployed. Four months of letters, of phone calls that cut out, of sleeping alone in a bed that still smelled like her. He’d gotten used to the silence, the emptiness, the way the house seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her to come back.
But today was different. Today, the phone rang.
“Marcus?” Her voice was distant, c
It had been four months since Elena deployed. Four months of letters, of phone calls that cut out, of sleeping alone in a bed that still smelled like her. He’d gotten used to the silence, the emptiness, the way the house seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her to come back.
But today was different. Today, the phone rang.
“Marcus?” Her voice was distant, c