authors notes: Thanks all for the lovely lovely comments. Here is Ororo's point of view since most f you wanted to see her. I really had fun doing this one, It's my personal favorite.
She is refined. She is poised. She is elegant. She is royalty. And she has lost all control, along with her best friend.
She never thought any of them would be casualties. She has fought so fiercely for her side, for her friends, and her best friend died.
She has given up so much, days where she remembers nothing because of hard blows, days where she has woken up bleeding and in pain, and her best friend died.
She has learned to control her powers, learned to make it rain or snow, learned to electrocute with a flick of her wrist, and her best friend died. She can not comprehend it yet, she is still in shock. She misses her so badly. She has never had many friends, and she treasured the few she did have.
She will never forget her. She will remember her as the hero that she was.
There are moments where she can swear there is a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she spins around and the lump rises in her throat when she sees no one is there and she wants to fall to her knees and scream and keep screaming until everyone can feel her pain, until everyone can feel the wretched gaping hole that is left in the middle of your very being, the pain that is losing your best friend - but she can't.
She will not cry.
She is refined. She is poised. She is elegant. She is royalty. She is broken beyond repair.
She is refined. She is poised. She is elegant. She is royalty. And she has lost all control, along with her best friend.
She never thought any of them would be casualties. She has fought so fiercely for her side, for her friends, and her best friend died.
She has given up so much, days where she remembers nothing because of hard blows, days where she has woken up bleeding and in pain, and her best friend died.
She has learned to control her powers, learned to make it rain or snow, learned to electrocute with a flick of her wrist, and her best friend died. She can not comprehend it yet, she is still in shock. She misses her so badly. She has never had many friends, and she treasured the few she did have.
She will never forget her. She will remember her as the hero that she was.
There are moments where she can swear there is a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she spins around and the lump rises in her throat when she sees no one is there and she wants to fall to her knees and scream and keep screaming until everyone can feel her pain, until everyone can feel the wretched gaping hole that is left in the middle of your very being, the pain that is losing your best friend - but she can't.
She will not cry.
She is refined. She is poised. She is elegant. She is royalty. She is broken beyond repair.