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25

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Months had passed, winter set in with snow falling down the ground. Upon the used-to-be junkyard, most of it was cleared out. A small section of the yard was clear and held three wooden headstones of the three fallen mutants — Monty Pryde, Reed Strucker, and Lux Mycroft.

Despite the fall of Reeva, the death of Reed Strucker, everything stayed the same, this time the Underground wasn't fighting mutants, but the Purifiers, who kept on growing in numbers. It had seemed that all of the sacrifices, might've been all for nothing.

Andy Strucker walked toward the graves, with flowers in his hand. He placed the few flowers that grew around the area to Monty and Reed's, but he honestly saved the best for Lux.

He did miss her, tremendously.
Nothing was ever the same now that she was gone. Including the death of his father, he grew distant from his mother and sister, he didn't have much of a reason to fight anymore. He would lock himself in his room, stay for days on end, just himself.

Lauren would try and help him through the grief — which ended up being her way of dealing with it herself — but he didn't budge. Caitlin tried, but it would just lead to a fight.
Even Lorna had coaxed him to come out of his room, but she understood his pain too much, so she never pushed him too much.

He felt utterly alone.
He felt like a monster, for killing Monty, for killing Lux... he felt so much guilt for being the reason they were gone.

Now that winter had come, it became much harder for him to hold back his tears. The snow, the cold, it all reminded him of Lux, how she could make it snow on her command, how she would always be naturally freezing.

He missed her cold warmness when they would cuddle together, missed how she could dissect a movie to its deep-rooted messages, missed her silent snores when she slept and how she would toss toward him in her sleep when she realized he wasn't directly beside her.

For just a few minutes, he sat in front of her grave and thought of her. He did cry, as the snow fell to his shoulder and jacket. He had always wondered if she could see him right now, if she looked at him with pity or sympathy.
For a moment, deep down, he thought that maybe it was best that she had been gone. She was the last Mycroft left, she had no family left. Monty, her love, was gone, as well. Maybe she was better off with the people in the afterlife, if that even existed.

Slowly, he brought up an old photo in his pocket. It was in the first year they met, her hair was a dirty blonde, her skin wasn't iced and scarred, she was just Lux.