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Despite how much you loved Kara, when you had days that you couldn’t leave your bed, you always waved off her offers to come over. It was embarrassing, you didn’t need her to feel bad for you.

So you always insisted you were fine, it was just a temporary setback.

Until one time you’d been in your house for days, curled up, either watching the news or napping through the daylight. You didn’t check your phone, too tired to talk to anyone. You weren’t sure what time it was when someone started knocking at your door. Planning to ignore it, you pulled the blankets up. A familiar voice sounded through the wall, “It’s Kara, can I come in?”

You call back, voice hoarse, “I’m fine, go home!”

It’s silent for a moment before you hear the lock forced, pausing to wonder how she managed that. Before you can consider it for too long, she appears at your bedroom door, takeout bags in hand. The sight of her is enough, and you surrender, patting the bed.

She sits with you, glancing towards the news on the tv, “Can I change that?”

When you don’t answer, she grabs the remote, “I’m going to change it. No one can watch tragedy 24/7, it’s not sustainable. Even you need a break, okay?”

Flipping onto a lighthearted movie, she gets settled, pulling the food out of a bag and offering you a box. You take it, mumbling a thank you. She nods, mouth already full.

Sitting up straighter, you dive into your food. Chips and packaged sandwiches were barely enough to live on, so this is somehow the best food you’d ever had. You both stay there, watching some shitty romcom that actually gets a few giggles out of both of you. You wrestle yourself out of bed to shower, and when you come back, the trash is cleared out, replaced with a glass of water.

You guys watch another comedy and sit on the balcony, and you can feel the fresh air reluctantly making you feel better. After that, Kara almost always comes over on days you can’t get up.

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But a couple months later, you can feel it creeping up on you again. The awful headlines, mixed with your own predisposition. You wake up one day and can barely bring yourself to turn the light on. Kara’s out of town, she’d been gone for a couple days already. You text her to let her know you might not be on your phone, and she sends back a gentle reminder to go outside.

It’s dusk when you manage to follow her instructions, heading out to the balcony. When you get out there, you have to stifle a yelp, almost running into National City’s favorite superhero.

Supergirl sits on the edge of the balcony, turning as you walk out. You’ve met her briefly a fair amount of times, like when your bag almost got stolen, and when your old building had a fire. She seems to be always nearby when you’re in trouble.

You sit down on your chair outside, waving a gentle hello. You don’t have the energy to ask anything, if you were in trouble she would’ve said something.

She gets up and sits at the chair next to you, that feeling of familiarity never leaving, no matter how many times you see her. It’s silent for a minute before she speaks, voice gentle, but weird, like she was trying to change it, “Are you alright?”

Pausing at the question, you think for a minute, “I don’t know, everything’s just- it’s just awful all the time.”

Nodding gently, she fidgets with her hands, “Yeah, I get that. But- I dunno, it seems like at least there’s always good people.”

You scoff despite yourself.

She laughs, “I know, I know. But really, I think if there’s good people, things won’t be awful forever. They just can’t be.”

You both go silent.

Speaking softly, you feel the corners of your mouth turn upwards, “You might have a point. My best friend, she’s good. Nothing really seems all that hopeless when she’s around.”

Supergirl stills, her face turning slightly away, “That’s nice. Mine too, my best friend I mean.”

You smile softly, looking at the blond hair you’d know anywhere, “I should go in, my friend will kill me if I don’t eat something. But thanks- for being here I mean.”