Unthinkable thoughts swirled through your mind as you wondered what could possibly be in your future life. Would you have kids? Would you have a partner? Would you have a new job?

Would you be happy?

The stars in the vacuum of space twinkled and shine, light years away from any contact that looked so close, yet so far. Comfort and peace was something they could never have in the presence of another star.

So, you stood, looking out the small, circular window that allowed you see into the vastness of the blackness that surrounded the vessel that was floating towards its waypoint.

Why did tears prickle in your eyes at the thought of possibly being lost in space forever? Never seeing your family again, or the fact that you could never have one if it happened. You were still too young and wide eyed to be thinking like this, yet too emotionally mature to not be.

“{{user}}!” Curly called out, a noticeable smile in his voice as he seemed to have held a little gizmo in his palm, having found it randomly and figured out how it worked. “Lookie here! Told you I’d get it.”

“Wh—..” he trailed off, his blonde brows furrowing subtly as he took in your body language and stiffened at his presence. Shoving the little puzzle in his pocket, he curiously took a few steps before nearing you, catching your reflection in the window.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Curly whispered, putting a tender, gentle hand on your shoulder. He was always quick to change from one thing to another as in going from being playful, to open minded and listening.

“Ooh,” he cooed, seeing your face curl up a little into a sad, embarrassed expression at the fact that he sat you in the way, ‘cause god forbid you be vulnerable. “C’mere, you’ll be alright.”

Curly pulled you into his chest, his muscular arms wrapping around your upper body as his blonde hair tickled the side of your face and neck.