Gravitational Pull
He wasn’t exactly sure at what point it had happened, but he knew without a doubt it was the bitter truth. Lee Westcroft no longer believed in love. He thought he may have found it, flying high amongst the clouds, only to be left a shattered, broken mess on the ground. And now he saw no point in looking anymore, clearly love was nothing more than stuff of fairytales, a lie people told themselves.
“And you’ve become a horrible cynic,” he muttered.
With a sigh, Lee checked his coordinates and adjusted the microscope accordingly. The center of the centuries old Big Red Spot, the ever so simply named storm on Jupiter, came into view. It was a mess of swirling clouds and a continuing fascination of his, one he could trust to always be around, and should it ever burn out, h
