Our troposphere starts at our surface. The surface where we both stood.
I’m sure you remember.
Our troposphere, like I said, starts at our surface and extends eight to around fourteen-and-a-half kilometres high.
You’d insist saying “five to nine miles”. You had a preference for the American way of things.
After our troposphere, is the stratosphere. That one’s considerably thinner. The ozone layer’s there.
You ask me why I’m doing this. Well, maybe not literally, but I can hear your voice echoing in my head.
I’m doing this because these were the countless ‘beginner’s’ facts you would constantly tell me every single day we were together. Not only do I want to remember ‘us’, I want to explain things. You wanted me to remember these countless facts about our atmosphere. And I would. Or attempt to.
You loved the atmosphere. You loved the sky. You loved what was beyond our reach. You loved what was out there. You loved how every thing was a mystery, or a ball of tangled wool that, like Mr Whiskers, you couldn’t wait to unravel.
You loved them.
I loved you.
Then there’s the mesosphere, and that stretches to around eighty-five kilometres.
After that, there’s the thermosphere. Six hundred kilometres long. Then the exosphere, then the rest of space.
You usually ended it there. Sometimes you got really pissed when things got too complicated.
It’s kind of cute.
Mind you, by ‘it’s’, I meant ‘it was’, not ‘it is’.
So then the exosphere, right? Yeah. After that, it’s just space.
A whole black expanse. Dotted with little diamonds for stars. If you looked hard enough, you’d find that these stars were like the dots in an intergalactic connect-the-dots printed on black paper. And sometimes, there would be big colourful planets.
It was beautiful, really.
Only now did I then realize why you loved it so damn much.
Not only was space, the place that you often gazed at wistfully, something that was a natural beauty, but it was also a puzzle. Kind of like a Rubik’s Cube that you especially wanted to solve. Partly because it formed pretty screenshots of our universe if solved, partly because it was intriguing. It was challenging. It was a formidable adversary to that mind of yours. That mind of yours, filled with formulae and algorithms and endless theories. That mind of yours that were equally left and right-brained. That mind of yours which had so much potential.
But it wasn’t fully maximised. And sometimes that makes me sad. Or mad. Or both.
Being with you for what seemed like eternity, I eventually shared your interest in our skies and what was beyond this earth.
At first, it was just so we had something in common, but now, I legitimately loved it not because of its beauty or because it was a tricky puzzle.
It was because the place outside our 750-kilometre atmosphere was presented with multiple possibilities.
Gateways to galaxies, the wonders of wormholes… I hate to admit this, but soon I developed an interest in these things. Relativity. I started to really search for a way to understand Einstein’s theories and whoever else was brilliant.
But I am stupid.
Compared to you, I am an idiot.
But no matter what, I wanted to understand everything even when this wasn’t my expertise.
I wanted to know the possibility of time travel, of alternate universes and timelines, traversable wormholes, the effects of paradoxes…
Maybe I wanted to change reality.
Maybe, like a weakling, I wanted to run away.
Let’s just say, I missed you.
Let’s just say, I wanted to know if it was possible if I could have gone back in time to stop that car from crashing.
Let’s just say, I wanted to know if I could leap into an alternate universe. Switch consciousness or whatever to some alternate me who’s still with alive alternate you.
It’s unlikely all of this is possible, but I hold onto a little bit of hope.
A small part of me wants to run away.
The rest of me knows I have to move on.
750 kilometres in total.
That’s what you would say about our atmosphere.
That’s what you would say how long it would usually take to reach space.
How long would it take to reach to heaven?
Would you need a wormhole to somehow get to the pearly gates?
Maybe heaven exists on the same level as space and it just exists on another plane or something.
Maybe it doesn’t exist. Maybe spirits freely fly around. That’s what you would like. Maybe you’re hovering around Mars. Maybe you’re hovering near the edge of our atmosphere.
Let’s say we’re 750 kilometres apart.
But I feel like this distance doesn’t even exist.
I feel as if you were right next to me.
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Paige Mayhew Profile Form blurghghhghgNote: I am not sure about how the survivors have some sort of immunity to the virus. Are they not fully human? I have a headcanon that it's some sort of genetic trait.Paige Mayhew Profile Form blurghghhghg by dogedogerevolution
Basic OC Profile
by Zel Derpsalot (AngeZel)
Full Name: Paige Annabelle Mayhew (pronounced payj A-nuh-bel MAY-hew)
Name Meaning: Paige = English origin, meaning a 'boy attendant; page'. Annabelle = Gaelic origin, meaning 'joy'. Mayhew = apparently of French origin, meaning 'Gift of God'.
Aliases: Anna (she uses this name when she meets strangers; "Call me Anna".)
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual - but she seems to prefer girls a little more.
Ethnicity: Way back, Paige is English, with a bit of French and Dutch.
Blood Type: A+
Date of Birth: September 28
Birthplace: Olympia, Washington
Hometown: Olympia, Washington (moved back and forth to Tacoma)
Hello! If you're feeling kindly enough, feel free to drop some spare points should you have them!
But where will I use it?
- If I have enough, I will use it to buy myself a Premium Membership, or an up and coming artist.
- I can donate it to other users.
- I can use it to buy art/commission and support other artists with their commissions.
- I could help groups with their comps for prizes, or even set up my own contests.
As you see, not only will this benefit me, but will also benefit my fellow peers!
NOTE: I will reserve at least 60 points for saving-up purposes. Y'know. Gotta save up.
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Zel Derpsalot | D --> Sagittarius | AngeZel | Welcome to 'Straya M8
Hey! Call me Zel. I'm Filipino, but came to Australia when I was a wee little child. I like to draw, read (though I'm struggling to find a good read), and write. I also love to watch YouTubers, such as YOGSCAST and Hat Films, and Pewdiepie! Outside of this, I also played the piano and currently learning the saxophone, and playing netball and softball (though more passionate about the former).