”“Good. If this is going to work, then we both have to go into it with our eyes wide open and our hearts fully committed. You and I always have pr...oblems when we get too close, and the only way it’s going to work is if we are both absolutely sure.”Suddenly something I had been sure about didn’t seem so sure. Was Bethany having second thoughts? And if so, what did THAT mean? I took a deep breath to calm myself.“Sweetheart, are you saying that YOU aren’t absolutely sure?”I braced myself for the. Yesterday he'd said goodbye to his family and started the journey to the landing pad. And now he was waiting.The other guy across the field looked like a farm kid just like Dack, just a little more slim, a little taller. They could have been brothers, if it weren't for the birthmark across the kids neck, barely visible in the morning light. Pensive was definetly the word for both of their faces. Space was The Final Frontier, it was always said, but right now Dack was barely ready to leave. I called my father to pick us up. Before Manda entered the car I told my dad to not ask her what happened. I would explain everything to him when I would've got the time. Manda was trying to hold back her cries in the back of her car. I decided to sit next to her to comfort her. We arrived at our house and me and Manda went upstairs into my room. I told her to sit on my bed as long as I was grabbing some water for her. As I returned to her she was still crying. I couldn't see her crying because. ”“She doesn’t know my father.”“Uh… I’m pretty sure she does. Were you not listening? Cristina, you need to stop being angry at him for not being here instead of you.”“I’m not angry! I’m disappointed.”“For what? Maybe he has injuries…”“He’s fine. He’s been on a ship for his whole career.”“So? The injuries don’t have to be physical. Come on, you must know about PTSD.”Cristina thinks for a bit and shakes her head.“Wow. Ok PTSD can be a mental, emotional and physical injury. Take for example the.