The Space Traveler

“It was my favourite stories as a child,” I smiled weakly, running my fingers through his hair. “About the space traveler, about the traveler, who’s eyes were sore and tired with the things he’d seen.” I whispered softly, tears dripping down my face. I kissed his face and he drew another shaky breath before he smiled weakly, I squeezed his hand, “I used to belive in you when no one else did.” He gave a quiet moan and his eyes fluttered,
“Mae,” Someone said from behind me, it was a woman, her voice soft and compassionate, “He needs to rest,” I nodded silently.
“The children used to tease and my mother thought I was crazy,” I sighed and his face turned toward me. His eyes were red, his skin pale and sweaty. “I knew you’d come and take me to see everything you see and know.”
“Mae-“ The voice warned again but I didnt turn,
“The lonley space traveler,” I breathed softly. “My lonley traveler.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead and then I felt hands grip my arms and I was dragged to my feet. They pulled me backward and I let them, knowing it was for his good. His pale green eyes watched me leave. His eyes were so full of sorrow, so full of anger but so full of life. I felt the cold wind bite at my back and then the curtain fell in front of me and he was concelled.
“Mae, come on sweetheart,” She said into my ear and I turned away from the brown tent.