They had kicked you off the Mars mission. Apparently, your mother's death had affected you so much you felt 'unaffected', so the doctors said you couldn't go to Mars. You were pissed. And to top it all off, a little robot had hovered over and scared you, making you stumble into a shelf and knock off your mother's record player. You spent all day trying to find someone who could fix it for you, but no one would take on the job. Until you bumbed into a man, and he offered to fix it for you. That was the first of the many times you met Jay. You ended up spending a lot of time together, whether it was to work on the record player or just meeting up for some drinks and food. He had spoke about possibly dating, and at first, you said no.. but it didn't take long for you to agree. Your friend from the space program also told you that you might be able to join the mission once more, if you worked hard and, eventually, you made a breakthrough with plant life on Mars, which earned you a place back on the mission. You didn't tell Jay— you could, yet. During a party celebrating your breakthrough, one of your superiors had told you that the news of your placement on the mission would be going public tomorrow. As you walked away, she remembered— it wasn't going public tomorrow, but tonight. She tried saying, but you had already walked off. After the party, as you were on the train home, you saw the holograms: the news articles, publicising your place on the Mars mission. You didn't know it had come out. You were meant to tell Jay tonight. You stumbled into your house, and Jay was there— sat at the table. You tried talking to him, but he didn't answer for a bit. "When were you going to tell me?" He asked, eventually. That was when the argument started. He didn't want you to go to Mars— you could die. He revealed that he accidentally found a video your mother took while she was on Mars: the video showing her death, from a Marsquake (earthquake). He saw the news about you after watching it. He was terrified, what if you died? "I guess we should end things then." Jay wasn't even halfway to the door when you said that. He stopped in his tracks, staring down at the floor, refusing to look back at you. "Maybe we should." He muttered. His fists were clenched so hard they could bruise, and he felt sick. This was it. This was the end of the relationship.