She opened the door of the apartment waiting to hear his voice, but nothing broke the silence, not even the slightest whisper, so she reminded herself again what had happened that afternoon, feeling like the desire to collapse took possession of her, but she tried to be strong, she really tried. However, in only a few seconds, the tears returned to be present in her eyes, finding their way back down her cheeks as she sat on the couch without wanting to do anything.
She thought that the television would distract her enough to block all those memories that wanted to make their way through her mind, but everything was worse. National City "hero", yes, as they called her after her "victory" against the daxamites, but At what cost was it? It was well known by all of them that the majority of soldiers on the streets fighting had family, that they only followed orders and that they would never have imagined that they would be treated with that cruelty, since their death did not cease to be slow and painful, besides, Who gave her the power to do it? To kill innocent people? She had never stained her hands with blood this way, not even working for the DEO. No, she had never purposely killed anyone, and it had never occurred to her to do so.
She sighed, honestly, when Lena gave her the control remote, she knew that everything was in her hands, but she thought it would not be necessary, perhaps useful as a threat, but nothing more, she never imagined that she would press it, that she would put it into operation. She still had that memory too sharp, his gaze asking her to do it even knowing what would happen. Even if she was sincere, she would not think she could forget anything about that afternoon, no matter how much she wanted to.
She had defeated Rhea, she had succeeded, but her struggle was not for this, it was to keep him with her and she had failed, for no matter how much she had tried, he was not there and she could be sure he would never be. She had to accept it, she had lost him, she had done it for her decision, for wanting to end it all, thinking that maybe her sister was going to be able to keep him alive, but she was wrong, maybe if they had had more time ... She remembered how he was coughing drowning more and more, her sister's voice telling her that there was nothing that could be done to save him, so that nothing remained if she intended to keep him alive.
The ship in which he had arrived, that was her plan, to send him away from her, but to know that he was still alive, she needed to get something positive out of all this and that was all she had.
She closed her eyes, letting go of all the tears, remembering the first few days she had spent with him, how arrogant he had seemed then, comparing him with the one who had said goodbye to her. The Prince of Daxam had died there, the person she met had nothing to do with him, that despite having features that still remained, he wanted to be a better person than he had been. He had often told her that being with her had given him the opportunity to become a better person and, after what she had seen today, she was sure that he was prepared to be the hero she had trained and in whom so many hopes she had had. She had to admit that she knew he would get it sometime.
She could not help but smile as she remembered his words the moment she offered to train him and even help him with everything, "A boy from Daxam and a girl from Krypton working together." Yes, it was strange to all of them, but if they, survivors of their respective planets showed no tolerance for each other, who would?
Honestly, if she had been told that she was going to fall in love with the arrogant and spoiled prince about who she had heard so many stories when she was a child, she would not have believed it, indeed, she would have refused, but she was so wrong.
It had been slow, however, the moment it started, she could not stop it, and yes, her sister was right that she bent on distracting herself with anything to keep that feeling from growing. When she was finally able to say it, Mxypztly appeared. But everything did not stop there, because when everything seemed to be going well, she had to face his secret. It hurt her, it really hurt to know that he had lied to her all this time and it cost her to understand, but she did, forgiving him, fighting by all means not to be separated from him, besides, it was what he wanted, stay. But where was he now?
She wiped the tears from her cheeks, looking again at everything, stopping in every corner of the room, allowing memories to assail her, remembering his laughter and jokes.
She listened as her phone vibrated, so she looked who it was, but she did not bother to pick it up when she read the name, For what? She was not interested in her trying to comfort her, not after the conversation they had had before. "I'm proud of you," she had said before, but Why? For letting go of the person she loved? Honestly, she did not understand, of course she did not, and she preferred not to talk to anyone during that night. Everyone had their lives separated from her, they had people to trust and support for bad times ... and she ... No, she had had him. She did not need the lives of others to stop not for her, not for her loss, and that was how she had made her sister understand before asking her to keep Maggie with her, not to let her go, not to commit the same error as her.
She wore her hand clumsily in search of the necklace, but it was no longer there, now he had it, so that she would be present with him, so that he would never be alone, realizing that she repeated the same pattern as her mother when when she sent her away from her, a fact that made her sob and could not help it. She was barely aware of the significance of that farewell, it was not until years later when she understood it, that perhaps, if both had been ignorant of what it meant, everything would have been simpler.
"I love you," she had whispered, wishing she had done it earlier, since she knew she would regret not having done so, since she could not do it any more.
She buried her head in her hands as she headed for the window, watching as everything tried to return to normal, still listening to the news in the background, as they continued to adore Supergirl. However, if there was someone who should be considered a hero, that was him, Mon-el, who had not cared to sacrifice himself for all the others.
"I love you, Mon-el," she whispered, staring at the stars, wondering where he would be, knowing that for her he was and would be, forever, the true hero of this whole story.
For all those fans of the series who, like me, are heartbroken after that scene, thank you very much for reading,
Ayrin