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[BONUS CHAPTER]
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"Fuck," Makena cried, her back pressed against the wall of her room. Her back slid down the wall, sitting down on the hardwood floors with her knees pulled to her chest. Her emotions were all over the place, clearly. Makena's hand went to the ring around her neck and she couldn't help but cry even harder.
It was almost seven years since she lost her brother. And not her blood one, but her brother/best friend Erik. She wanted to see him, hug him, talk to him. She missed everything about him. When they'd watch movies all night and make fun of or insult the characters. She missed when Erik would tease her about a girl she had eyed too long. She missed when he'd purposely FaceTime her when she was hanging out with a girl and he'd say the most embarrassing thing. She missed when they got high together.
She missed every single moment she spent with him.
Makena ran a hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from crying because it made her feel weak mentally. She couldn't help but let out a sad chuckle as she recalled the time they got so high they forgot their names. Makena crawled over the corner of the room and moved the black chair. She used her powers to pull open the floorboard where a briefcase laid, dusty in all. Makena pulled it out and went to blow the dust off but she took notice of the door opening.
Kena quickly put the briefcase back and closed the floorboard. She moved the chair back and sat down on the bed. Kena looked at the ceiling, letting her mind drift off as she fiddled with her wedding ring. The door creaked open and Shuri walked in, a worried look on her face as she looked at her wife. "Kena? You okay?" Shuri walked over to the bed, pulling off her coat and setting it on the chair.
Kena blinked, pulling herself from her daze on the ceiling. "What?"
Shuri sighed, she knew these were one of the worst times of the year for Makena. The only times Makena got like this where around the death dates of Erik, Kenni, Zach, Ramonda, T'Challa and Natasha Romanoff. She wasn't usually affected by Zenna's death. The most she'd do was visit her grave with flowers and stay for an hour but there was nothing really to much to miss about Zenna. She wasn't there mentally for most of Makena's life and Makena accepted that and got over it.
