I opened my eyes in tears, truly confused by where I was, observing the room before moving in search of her. Kara was back.

I looked at her as she grabbed my hand to hold it tightly, daring to dry the tears that had begun to slide down my cheeks.

"You have a lot to explain." She looked at me seriously as I ducked my head without even daring to look at her face.

"He told you, didn't he?" I murmured, it was obvious that my brother was going to tell her, so I should not be surprised if the answer to my question was an affirmation.

"Why did you not say anything?" She asked me with concern while she was even closer to me, making me keep my head down, wanting to avoid crying. "Mya, I don't want to pressure you to talk if you're not ready," she whispered, raising my chin.

"No, it's okay" I murmured shaking my head, maybe I should do it. "I thought I could do it, that I didn't need help, I didn't want to ask for it" I recognized watching the pity on her face. "At first it was easy forget it, the ..." I did not know how to say it without altering her, but she seemed to understand what I was going to say, as she nodded slightly for me to continue talking. "It was an escape, Kara, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it, but .." the tears soon crowded in my eyes, so I tried to contain them. "This last month ..., they started to make comments about Zale and Mon-el, I couldn't stand it any longer and after what happened the other day ..." At that time I could not help but start to sob, feeling like I was hugging against her in an attempt to calm me down, but without getting it.

"I'm glad you could tell" she kept me hugged. "You know we're here for everything you need, okay?" She separated me a bit from her to grab my face, making me nod, I knew. "Now can you explain to me why you were speaking in Kryptonian?" She asked with a smile, which made me raise an eyebrow as I looked at her, but soon I remembered what had happened the previous afternoon, as well as the memory of the other night.

I sighed as I looked at her before starting to talk, to explain everything, without forgetting even the smallest detail, because both memories had been too vivid to be forgotten.

I was nervous, why deny it? I honestly did not know how this was going to come out, if we were going to get the purpose that no one would notice that Kara was Supergirl.

I sat on the chair hitting the notebook with the pen trying to contain my nervousness, because how could I do that I did not know her? It was impossible, honestly, it was.

I knew that everyone was impatient for her to arrive and that the minutes were becoming an eternity for them, but there was nothing I could do, just wait for her to end in the case she was working on right now.

"Hey, sorry I'm late" Supergirl apologized getting everyone to turn to her, observing the fascination in the rest of them, keeping behind them while smiling towards her.

The questions did not wait and soon the answers of what life was like in Krypton, its organization were making their way, getting me to listen with the same emotion that I had always done, feeling as from time to time she watched me, as if she wanted to make sure I was well and, honestly, after the conversation in which I recognized that there were times when I did not know what my place was, I understood it.

I was never loved in Krypton beyond my mother, in Daxam I never felt comfortable, always following orders to be the perfect daughter and the perfect princess, but that was not me, never would have been, and here ... I felt the freedom when I left CADMUS, but even so, there were times when I was not sure about who I was, if I would be the person everyone expected me to be, the one who continued to repress part of her true self.

"Mya" she called me getting me to look at her. "Kara wants you to go to CatCo when you get out of here" she communicated to which I nodded slightly before she left.

Sure enough, when I left there I went to CatCo, trying to smile slightly as I approached her, watching the concern on her face as she was observing me, so she did not hesitate to move in my direction to shorten the path.

"What's wrong?" She asked grabbing my face, but she did not get an answer, because I had nothing to say, I did not understand why I wanted to cry and, truthfully, that was what it happened the moment her arms surrounded me.

I remained hugged for as long as possible, unable to stop crying while Kara sought a way to calm me down, though she gave up, allowing me to sob in her arms, knowing that it was the best she could do. Little by little I stopped crying, starting to separate a bit from her, although, at the moment, it was Kara who did not want to let me go, because she seemed afraid that I would break again, so I closed my eyes without wanting to move

"Hey, what happened?" I heard Lena speak. "Is she okay?" She asked Kara.

"I'm not sure about what happened" I heard her respond as the same the time as I opened my eyes and tried to make the trail of tears disappear on my cheeks. "Are you better?" She asked making me nod. "Do you want to talk about it?" She questioned to what I shook my head, I had no explanation to what had just happened. "Okay" she sighed letting me separate from her. "I have to finish an article, then we will go home, OK?" she said.

"What do you think if you come with me while Kara ends?" Lena asked me, to which after looking at her for a few seconds, I ended up nodding slightly.

I followed her to the terrace of James's office, the one that had once been Cat Grant's, sitting on the couch while I looked toward the sky, completely enraptured by the colors of the dawn, being able to distinguish the first stars in the night sky.

Despite not looking at her, I knew that worry was reflected on her face as she watched me, so she would soon ask about it.

"Mya, if it has something to do with what happened seven months ago ..." I did not let her finish talking, I did not need her to apologize again, she was not to blame for anything that happened.

"No" I looked at her. "You don't have to apologize, it wasn't your fault, nor that of anyone beyond my mother's, if we have to blame someone is her" I spoke without wanting to attract the memories of that day.

"So, what's wrong?" She questioned as I shrugged, I wish I had an answer.

"I think I don't know who I am" I bowed my head. "I guess I will never be who I want to be, here I will always be obliged to forget that part that makes me an alien" I explained turning my gaze back to the sky. "My dream was to go out of Daxam, stop being the perfect princess and I got it, but at what cost?" I asked for myself.

"Did you talk about all this with Kara or with your brother?" She asked me, to which I nodded slightly. "What did they say?" She questioned.

"Kara is optimistic and believes that I will be able to overcome it, but I am not so sure" I answered, holding my head in my hands.

"It's normal that you find yourself in that moment of your life in which you don't know who you are" she began to talk getting me to look at her. "You are young, you're only seventeen years old, at this age it's usual to be confused, but, believe me, you will be able to find yourself" she said. "Let yourself go a little, you still have time to grow" she commented with a smile.

I nodded slightly at her words, maybe she was right and I still had time to find out who I was.

My eyes were on my brother as I listened as he and Imra explained why the Legion of Superheroes had been created, this reason being Kara, her actions as a hero of the city, those who had managed to inspire my brother to do it.

However, as the conversation progressed and the reasons why they were here were revealed, I did not need to hear his next words, those in which they asked for help to fix the ship and be able to leave, to know it. This caused the tears to gather in my eyes and, seeing that I would not be able to contain myself, I decided to leave there, knowing that both, he and Kara, were trying not to call me, because it was better to leave me alone for a while.

Without knowing the reasons, my feet guided me to a room that I had not been for a long time, a place that had been my refuge the weeks after that, where I did not have to worry about how I felt, because I could be myself, so I sat on the same corner that I had always done and I started crying.

I could not say how long I stayed there until Kara found me, until she forced me to go with her to help her prepare the Christmas party, the one my brother would not attend, despite being invited, in which I did not want to be pretending that I was having fun, because it was not like that, nor was it going to be, so nobody was surprised that I ran away and locked myself in my room when I had my first opportunity.

I looked at my brother for a few seconds without daring to speak to him, because I had not spoken sincerely with him since I had that panic attack, so it was not easy to start a conversation with him now.

We were both immersed in the fight between Kara and that Kryptonian who had been attacking the city for a couple of days, and it was possible to feel the fear that flooded us all there. However, the moment that Alex's voice was heard calling her younger sister, I knew it, Kara had been defeated and for a few seconds I remained motionless, listening to Alex's voice in my ears, feeling my breathing falter. I could not lose it.

I was not really aware of what was happening until I saw the stretcher, forcing myself to close my eyes as the tears struggled to get out of them. Without knowing how or why, I allowed myself to be guided inside that room, forgetting to breathe when I saw her, Kara had never been hurt in this way, for a few seconds, the possibility of losing her made its way into my mind.

I could not help sobbing, feeling that if she died, I would be alone, that no one would be left, no one to make me feel at home, that this was my place and that no matter how many times I denied it, it was not was going to change.

I felt that someone hugged me, knowing who it was, so I did not move, keeping my face buried in his chest as he struggled to calm me down, not resisting when he chose to pick me up to get me out, because it had been a long time since my body had stopped obeying the orders of my brain. I rested my head on his shoulder, my face buried in his neck, keeping my eyes closed as I listened as he spoke to me in an attempt to calm me down, but, honestly, I was not sure that anything could be achieved, not even the words from Imra, those who claimed that Kara would be fine, got it.

Thanks for reading,

Ayrin