The breeze danced across my face, carrying a salty taste. Breathing in the clean air, I sighed out in pleasure. My worry’s lifting off of my shoulders like a curse. A place where negative emotions couldn’t touch me and responsibilities were thrown to the wind. This was my safe place, a place I wish to never leave and dread when I must say goodbye. I want to stay here, but at last I could not.

“How do you feel?” My therapist asked, awakening me from my session. I pulled off my helmet and glared at her. But she smiled sweetly “That’ll be two-thousand dollars, would you like to pay cash or card?”

“Just put it on my tab.” I mumbled.

“Of course, but remember you Already owe us ten grand, after today you must pay it all in full if you want more sessions.”

I nodded and got up. Walking towards the hanger, I slid on my protective suit and mask before heading out of the room. Waving goodbye to the front desk, I headed outside and walked out into the barren red desert, making my way back to my pod. Pausing, I glanced up into the sky, frowning as I mourned our beloved earth, that decorated the sky with its shattered body.