👻 at the cemetery @ruleroflimbo
The soft, dewy grass crinkled under her boots. Like every year, today saw no rain or dreariness from the clouds, sunrise to sunset, and Kitty wasn't sure she wanted to know whether that was intentional or not. She stopped in front of the headstone she'd made a point of visiting at least twice a year.
It read, Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina. Sister. Daughter. Friend. Smaller etchings underneath that marked two important dates, a birthday and the day it all ended.
It's been three years since she died.
"Hey, Yana," she started. The headstone stared back at her. Unfazed, she continued, "You'd probably hate knowing I was out in space again. I made it back in time, though. That's gotta count for something, right?" Kitty tried to smile, but it fell flat. She glanced up at the darkening sky. "I'm sorry for visiting so late. I promise it won't happen again."
