If I had known it was my last week inside the dome -- my last week with her -- maybe I would have done things differently.

Like when I crawled out from under that malfunctioning hydroponic vat circulator, covered in mechanical fluid, and she was there, laughing at me because I had a unibrow made of grease.

I should have listened harder to the sound of her laughter, before it turned into coughing, so I could remember it better now.

Maybe I should have told her how scared I was, every time I heard her laugh, that it would be the last time I'd ever hear it.

Or maybe I should have spent those hours by her side instead of underneath that stupid circulator that we never even got to use.

I don't even remember what I said in that moment. I wish I could remember. I wish I could remember *every* moment.

But what I really wish...

...is that we'd had more time.