astronaut

The cold, quiet vacuum of space slowly set into them. Their oxygen levels were starting to get dangerously low. Dying here? In this pit of freezing death? No. They couldn't let that happen. But it would happen, wouldn't it? They held their helmet in their hands and sobbed quietly. "I want to go home," they whispered into their radio. There was silence. Of course there was silence. They repeated it, out loud and in a desperate holler. "I want to go home!"