Major Syrtis
by drewdrewcito
They look like two moths, hovering around that light. Two moths. That's always haunted me. I must've been ten years old. Two little moths, sitting together on the window sill. I don't know why I did it. They were just sitting there, trying to stay alive. Just trying to enjoy their existence. And I just squished them. I wish I could go back, and change it. But I squished them. They never knew some larger force in the universe could show mercy on them. I wish I would have.
