Disclaimer: Not my characters. All Frank Miller's. I wish, though. Just an imagining on what Wendy might be like long after Marv and Goldie's deaths.
Dead Roses
Ch. 1
Wendy knew Goldie always loved cool and crisp nights like this and she smiled, missing her twin. It seemed she always missed Goldie these days. On occasion, it hurt like a kick in the gut...knowing she'd never see the one person who would love her no matter what. The only satisfaction was that the freak Kevin would never 'eat' someone else again.
Four years since that night...and now Wendy came to pay her respects and to try to 'let' Goldie go. She felt it was time. Time to move on.
The wind ruffled the golden curls of Wendy's hair, making her tuck a lock behind her ear with some irritation. She tightened her coat around her and walked along the road that led to where her sister lay. She hated the cemetary in the daytime...it seemed more fitting to visit her at night. It was tranquil and quiet. And very private.
She held two white roses in her hand, the thorns poking but not puncturing her white skin. Wendy gulped, swallowing hard for some reason. Goldie wasn't the only one she came to remember.
Marv...that confusing, complex man who gave everything he could to see her sister avenged. She didn't know if Goldie loved him, but she did in her own fashion. He deserved more than to be treated like a rabid animal, deserved more than to die being 'blamed' for the deaths of those women. For Goldie. It made her frustrated not being able--or allowed-- to help him.
And when she saw him in jail--all alone--her heart nearly broke. She knew the truth. That man had the kind of honor worth more than gold. When he called her Goldie, she let him. And she let him take her in his arms...
The other graves were nothing to her as her eyes focused on the two in front of her...
This is a tease, I know. But I'm kinda nervous.