Missing Mary

Near the top of the Khalifa Tower in Dubai, two teenage superheroines sat together and watched the middle eastern sun slowly descend into the western horizon. The slightly older girl wore a simple red and blue suit with matching red scarf and blue boots. The other girl, slightly younger, wore a white dress and cape with golden trims, and a ribbon-like sash around her pelvis to match the gold colour. Both had a differently stylised lightning bolt on their chests.

"Beautiful, isn't it, Kamala?" the younger girl said sweetly.

"Yeah, sure is, Mary," the older girl, Kamala Khan, nodded in agreement.

She looked over at Mary Batson, seeing her brunette hair glisten in the sunlight, slightly drifting in the calm soft wind. Mary's eyes seemingly closed for a bit as the glowing rays bathed her radiant face. A tender breeze blew through Mary's light brunette hair and white cape as just as gracefully as Kamala's own dark brunette hair and red scarf. Just gazing at her made Kamala's cheeks slowly blush and turn a slight red, and her hands slowly squeezed into tight fists.

"Listen Mary," Kamala spoke. "There's something I want you to know."

"What's that?" Mary asked.

"I want you to know that..." Kamala paused, still picking and choosing the right words to say. "You're a wonderful girl. You're sweet, innocent, you've a good heart, and for lack of any better words. Plus if you pardon the pun, you're a very marvellous girl."

"Thank you," Mary took the compliment. "You are too. You're very cool, my brother and family seem to like you as well."

Kamala nodded at that assurance. "I'm telling you this because I've been..." Kamala paused for but a moment. "Thinking, or rather feeling, lately."

"About what exactly?" Mary grew curious. "Or who?"

"Mostly about you," Kamala lamented. "You're also very smart and beautiful. One seeing you makes me feel... something. But my family and I happen to be Muslims, so I'm not too sure if they'll be the most accepting of this."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that..." Kamala tried to speak once more, but looking at Mary's wide and innocent eyes sent a tingle through her body, made her hairs raise and her heart skip every few beats. "I... I lo..."

The quiet ambience, the mere silence itself, was overwhelming, almost deafening even. Brown eyes stared every so deeply into each other as Kamala softly bit into the lower corner of her lip out of mere instinct. As their heads slowly etched towards each other like magnets, Kamala slowly placed her hands upon Mary's smooth neck, thumbs circling and stroking the reddened cheeks, and the two girls' smooth lips touched.

Quickly putting together two and two, Mary gently wrapped her arms around Kamala's waist, stroking for a bit. Silhouetted by the sinking sun, the last inches of warmth glazed the two girls. Moving up a hand each, the girl's soft fingers slowly intertwined with each other until their clutch was unbreakable. Their smooth foreheads softly touched one another; their smiling stares said more than any word could ever do.

"I love you, Mary," Kamala whispered, finally able to say the words.

"I love you too, Kamala," Mary whispered back, returning back her feelings.

The End