Joined: 16 Jun 2009
|Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 8:49 pm Post subject: First Officer's Log: Personal
|Stardate: 53978.08 (Dec 23rd 2330 hours)
A long moment of silence is heard before Qech begins speaking.
"It's been over two months since I learned of Taj's death. It's really hard to believe so much time has passed... I'm starting to show, a little. It's not overly obvious, but it will jump out on a medical tricorder pretty fast."
A sigh, and the sound of a glass being set down on a table.
"I'm not sure how to deal with this. I... I'm trying, really trying to keep smiling and..."
"I don't want to become a person that Taj would not like. It seems like a poor way to honor his memory. He always said what he loved most about me was my smile. But now it seems like it... Almost like it doesn't work anymore. It's not the same smile, and I know it. I can do it until my cheeks hurt, but it doesn't matter."
A quiet sob is heard, followed by the sound of a dispensing tissue.
"I've got to get through this. For my baby's sake, if not for my own. At least... At least I still have a piece of him. I don't know what I'd do if I lost that... No. I don't- I don't even want to think about that."
"I should be sleeping. I don't want to be a zombie bridgeside tomorrow morning. And I think Calodan can tell when I've been crying. I think the Captain can, too. I hate it when people see me cry... Computer. Time."
The time is 2347 hours
"I should go to bed. I don't know what else to add to this thing, anyway... End transmission."