You promised me. You promised.

All those long talks alone—spooned together and oh so warm—were for nothing. So much light snuffed out in a single moment. It was as if someone had violently slammed the shutters closed, casting the whole room into utter darkness. I didn't think it was possible. I didn't think.

Fucking bastards. I clench my fists into tight balls, trying not to shake.

When it happened, I could hardly concentrate on the weapon readouts. Instead, I watched T'Pol leave what used to be bright and vibrant. I could easily tell he was beyond help. The surely empty shell was less than a meter from my feet. I barely flinched when T'Pol took helm and almost suicidally destroyed the attacking Xindi ships, damaging our own warp nacelle in the process. I really didn't notice. I was numb. I am still numb.

I stare at the consol in front of me, dark and cold against my pale hands. The engulfing gloom creeps closer and I swallow to keep my mind as focused as it is—keep from shattering into pieces. I stare hard into the nothingness in front of me.

You're gone. Gone. But you promised. You promised me you'd never leave. You lied. They were idle promises at the time, I know, and they were to be surely impossible to keep, but I had hoped so badly that you spoke the truth.

You spoke of both of us getting through this dangerous time together. You spoke of an end and a return to Earth. You spoke of warm beaches and warmer embraces. You promised me a happy ending. You promised me you.

Now you're gone. Gone and left me.

Alone in the dark.

However will I find the end of the tunnel without a light to guide me?

How could you leave me like this Travis? What happened to happily ever after? What happened to our happy ending? Will such a blessing never come to me?

Life is a sadistic bitch—a twisting knife that only digs it's way deeper into you as time goes on.

I finally notice someone speaking to me and I look up at Trip and T'Pol. They want to keep me going, even though they can see the pain plainly enough. They want answers. I cannot guide them, though. I am lost stumbling about in the dark.

Whatever will I do without you, love?

You promised me, Travis. Promised.