The Comet: Chapter One: Hollow Equations
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Elias Thorne lived his life in numbers. Numbers had never lied to him, never betrayed him. They offered clean answers to messy questions, charts and models that mapped the world into something predictable.
He was thirty-five years old, a professor at the university, and the youngest in his department to earn tenure. His office was a neat, sterile square of whiteboards and star charts. The blinds were always half-closed, as if sunlight were too much of a distraction.
Every morning he woke at precisely six, brewed precisely two cups of black coffee, and walked the same seven blocks to campus. His shoes wore grooves into the sidewalks, as if he were carving his habits into the stone of the city itself.
Students admired his precision. Colleagues respected his work ethic. And yet—when the lecture halls emptied, when the applause of achievement faded—Elias felt nothing. Just silence, echoing in his chest.
He knew the stars intimately. He could predict the paths of planets, the tilt of moons, the wobble of distant suns. But he could not predict his own heart. In fact, he suspected he no longer had one.
His life had become an equation with no solution.
That night, he left the campus later than usual. A lecture on orbital mechanics had drained him; the students’ yawns had mirrored his own. The streets outside were cold and quiet, the kind of quiet that makes the world feel abandoned.
Elias tucked his hands into his coat pockets and tilted his head back out of habit, scanning the constellations. Orion, always there. Cassiopeia, arrogant and sprawling. The steady light of Sirius, burning clear.
And then—something else.
A streak of brilliance ripped across the sky, so sudden and so bright it felt alive.
A comet.
His breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t scheduled; he would have known. He always knew. Yet here it was—flaming silver, tail unfurling like a banner, racing across the night.
Elias froze in the middle of the street, oblivious to the world. His heart, which had felt like stone for years, jolted as if struck by lightning.
It wasn’t just beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
And in that moment, standing alone beneath a sky split by fire, Elias Thorne felt something he thought was gone forever: wonder.
The comet blazed on, shrinking into the distance until it dissolved back into darkness.
He stood there long after it was gone, throat tight, chest aching. For the first time in years, his equations failed him. No graph, no formula could capture what he had just felt.
It wasn’t just astronomy. It was destiny.
And Elias knew, without knowing why, that his life had just changed.
