***Author's Note: So, here's the second chapter! I have plans for a third chapter, but I still need ideas. If you have any let me know! I love to hear your guys' input. Also, if have any ideas for the sequel to "You're Always Welcome Here" please let me know! Anyways, please enjoy.
It was raining as Sin made her way down to 52nd street. Her worn boots squeaked often, despite Sin's attempts at being quiet.
She still didn't want to believe Roy. She didn't want to believe that the only real friend she's ever had was dead.
No.
Sara was much more than merely a friend.
She was an older sister, a mentor, a hero. Someone to look up to and to emulate. And, even, in some ways, Sara was like a mother to Sin.
Now she was dead. Gone.
The thing that pained Sin more than anything was that she never even got to say a real goodbye to Sara. The last time they talked was right before Sara sped away on that damn motorcycle, not knowing when she'll come back, but promising to anyway. Well, that promise was shattered into a million pieces.
Absentmindedly, Sin's fingers ran over the cool metal of the switch-blade in her jacket pocket. Sara had given her the knife one day at the clock tower- stating that she always wanted Sin to be armed. Just in case she couldn't be there to save her. It almost pained Sin to touch the knife now. It was one of the only physical reminders that Sara had been a part of her life.
But the greatest gifts Sara had given her were the type that could not be seen; rather they were felt.
The training sessions in the clock tower. Sara had taught her a lot about fighting in the months they knew each other. There was a lot of pressure point work- since Sin lacked physical strength and everybody was affected by them. But there was also weapons work too. Mostly knives and gun defense (the last weapon Sin wanted to use was a gun. They had taken to many friends from her. But they were the most common weapon in Starling City, so she needed to be prepared to fend against one).
But as much as she loved the training sessions, as rough as they could get, Sin's favorite part about being with Sara was when they would just talk. And not even about anything in particular. Just about cars passing by on the streets, or their favorite movies and candies, or sometimes even the more sensitive topics, like family. Often, the two of them would stay up late discussing crime in the city, their own past experiences with it.
Sara was the first- and so far only- person who Sin trusted one hundred percent, would risk her life for.
Why do the people you love the most always die the quickest?
Sin thought about all these things, and more, as she made her way to the graveyard. By the time she got there, the rain had let up some and Sin trekked through the muddy ground, searching for Sara's headstone.
She found it eventually. The dirt was fresh. She had only been recently buried.
She sank to her knees in from of the headstone, barely comprehending that her mentor- her best friend- was only mere feet below her.
A sharp flick of anger coursed through her body when she saw what the grave stone read. 'Sara Lance. 1987-2007.'
Team Arrow didn't even give Sara a fresh grave. They just reused the old one, from when she first died. God damn it, Sara deserved far better than that!
Agonized screams released themselves from Sin's gut. There weren't any intelligible words flying from her mouth, just animalistic noises of pain. Sin began pounding the ground with her hands, which were bruised from banging the wall just the day before.
"You deserved better! You deserved better than being murdered on a fucking rooftop and fucking falling to the ground! You deserved to die, old and wrinkly and warm in your bed a hundred years from now! God damn it! You deserved so fucking better!" Sin screamed at the headstone.
An angry little body of dangerous fire, Sin curled herself into a tiny ball and continued her devastated sobs.
Laurel attempted to go back to her apartment. But all she did was find that little shark Sara used to always use to comfort herself when she was scared or afraid. Laurel tried to cuddle with it, feel any lasting sensation of her sister.
It wasn't the first time she had cuddled with it. When Sara had been reported dead nearly seven years ago on the Gambit, Laurel had dug it up. It thrown into the bottom of some cardboard box, along with some picture frames and old clothes. When Laurel rescued it from its cardboard cage and brought the plush of its body to her chest, she wept for nearly an hour straight.
Anytime that things had gotten really bad, the nights when she felt particularly lost or useless or alone, out came the little shark; and any connection to Sara that Laurel had left.
The shark only smelled like dust and brought more tears to Laurel's red-rimmed eyes. It brought back to many memories of their childhood. Most of them were good, happy, and cheerful. And, god, they pained her so much more than any of the sad memories ever could.
Not knowing where else to go, Laurel decided to go back to Sara's grave. It's not like she had anything better to do. Other than finding whoever killed Sara. And honestly,m she was too sad for that right now.
Hugging herself to defend from the chill of the rain, Laurel stumbled across the mushy, muddy ground to Sara's grave.
Safe to say the last thing she was expecting was to find a teenaged girl huddled on top of the freshly lain dirt of Sara's grave.
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