#cass 01

“Hey, Cass. Are you alright?” Although Stephanie knew what Cassandra was capable of, she was immensely worried, especially that they were best friends. Stephanie insisted, “Let me help. I know you wouldn’t want me to, but it isn’t right to leave your wound open.” The blonde vigilante spoke to her while she was treating her own wound. Her bed may have been comfortable, but she wished she could continue to fight crime. Unfortunately, they got away. She was good at combat, but very bad at dying. Her high pain tolerance made her wounds less painful than it usually is. It barely made a difference than the moment before she started the mission. With the first aid kit beside Stephanie, she insisted Cass to patch each other’s wounds. She gently patted on her bed so she can take care of Cass.

The sights before her left a bittersweet feeling inside of her chest; Adora’s eyes wandering to the lake that was lit up with more candles than she could even count. It was beautiful, in a way; almost like fireflies dancing on the surface of the water, but the meaning behind these flames distracted her from being able to really enjoy them.

She knew this was for those who had managed to leave this place; the friends they had made sending off wishes of good will and health, to wherever they ended up.. but, Adora knew no such people yet. The only friends she had, the ones who held such a large part of her heart had not made an appearance in this world, and each day that passed by made her miss them more than she could even describe. Maybe this event wasn’t meant for her, specifically, but she wouldn’t feel right without doing something for them.

In her hands were two lit candles; one for Bow, and one for Glimmer. As she brought herself down to her knees next to the water, they lowered on top of the surface; the gentle current soon pulling the flames away from her. As she watched, Adora suddenly felt tears pricking her eyes; bringing her fingers upwards to wipe them away. She wanted nothing more than to see them again; to know that they were safe, and still happy.. but when would she be able to be by their sides, where she belonged? 

Hearing soft footsteps behind her, Adora blinked; quickly wiping the rest of her tears away as someone drew closer to where she sat. Right, she wasn’t the only person here; she shouldn’t have let her guard down so easily, but it was difficult for her not to.

    You take a seat on the steps of the library, because drowning yourself in a book is the only thing you can think of, to take your mind off of this big and terrifying city and all the strange humans here. But their eyes continue to stare a shiver into your spine, and you can’t help but glance up now and again. 

    Your head buries further into the pages with each passing glance. Who would think a child would be so interested in a book about snails? Most would think, but little do they know that it’s the only thing that you’ve found so far that’s reminded you of home, or the semblance of it.

    But one more stare catches your attention, this one much closer, standing on the steps as well, looking intently over your shoulder.