[ WP ] The most heart wrenching and sad moment you can write .

Warren Conrad had always maintained a relatively solitary existence. Life, people, relationships, meaningful experiences, all passed Warren by. It was typically unnecessary, at least for him, his own company was often enough. 
 
 Warren grew up on a farm as his parents' only child. He enjoyed school well enough and did well too -- exceptionally for the rural town he grew up in -- but always remained solitary. He often spent his nights longingly gazing through the telescope he had received for his tenth birthday, staring out into the great unknown and the scant wonders that occupied its empty vastness. 
 
 It was Earth's sole moon that he stared at the most. How it hung in the sky differently each night, watching over Earth and everything upon it, and he often wondered what it could see. He, too, was an outsider, forever on the periphery, watching. Earth was Moon's vicarious muse, just as Moon was Warren's. 
 
 University called for Warren; he had enrolled in the United Lunar Research Program ( the U.L.R.P. ) the previous Summer and was now well on his way to becoming an advanced lunar engineer. He studied long and hard for this was his calling. He often counted himself fortunate that he kept to himself, at least for the most part, as it'd be strange explaining that he had only ever kept the Moon as a friend, as his calling and goal. 
 
 The city was much brighter than his farm and so his telescope was as good as broken. He missed gazing through his telescope, scouring the Moon's surface, recognising individual scars, places where it had been struck by space's spoilage, evidence of past adventures. His work kept him busy nonetheless, and he knew that his journey would eventually lead him to where he wanted to be more than anywhere in the world. 
 The final medicals and physicals had been sent off for finalisation and Warren knew it would n't be long before he took his first shift truly alone to study lunar geophysics. 
 
 There was never a second thought for Warren. His gaze had always been subsidiary, an unaccompanied perspective that he shared only with himself. This was his first, and only, chance to make his outlook count. 
 He landed and disembarked on an Earth Saturday morning. Here, the sky was as bright as it had ever been, filled with stars, surrounded with invisible tales of their own, nebulae, bursting with colour and, most notably, Earth. Everything and everyone Warren knew was up there, they all belonged to a single rock in an infinite plunging expanse of nothingness. And here, here was Lieutenant Warren Conrad, standing upon the precipice of oblivion and his only regard in the entire universe was for all the life he had missed out on.
