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"𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚.
𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚.
𝒂𝒔 𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚
𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝑰'𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕
𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆.
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕,
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆
𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕."
"When tomorrow starts without me by David Romano"
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
𖡡 Dimension 3025
𖡡 Midgard
♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟPhoebe Bridgers\\Scott Street
His likeness was like that of a star vanishing from the sky—stellar one moment, fading the next, and all she had left were shining images to recall. And all she knew was that she did not want to become a memory for the person who had been her fondest memory. Nova was in the Avenger's compartment beside Loki, sitting on chair as if her whole world stopped. The numbness crept into her, and it was so all-encompassing that she felt like someone had put a bag over her face. She felt disconnected, as if she was watching a video of herself from afar, unable to reconcile the truth right in front of her with the memories that swam through her head.
Her thoughts were a jumble. Her mind not hearing what those around her were talking of, flashes of yesterday laced with the harsh cold reality. The smirk across Loki's facial features, his mischievous eyes and the warmth as he says her name. It seemed as if they were from another era, another lifetime, another reality. Before her stood a stranger in silence, the Loki she knew, nodding but saying nothing.
A horrible, grinding ache had begun to nest in her gut, but she could not yet touch it; could not afford to. The hollow... it was safer, a cocoon to shield her from the weight of what she feared might happen. She knew that if even a sliver of it opened it had the potential to consume her., and fear and "what if"s pouring in on her and the loss crushing her until there was no coming up again.
She wanted to touch him, but her hands were trembling，and she restrained herself. She just could not stomach the idea of feeling the chill of his skin and finally realizing it was a reality that he was leaving her. So she sawed her hand into a fist instead, nails pressing into her palm, trying to focus on the physical ache over the emotional.
She felt guilty for each word left unsaid, each piece of time too-early taken for granted. Would her body cooperate if she opened her mouth to utter a word, any word that would pierce the unfeeling silence between them? What could she possibly say? That she needed him? That she wasn't ready to say goodbye? That she couldn't imagine a world without him in it?
The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the faint, rhythmic beeping of the machines that were keeping him alive. It felt like mockery of life, as if the universe was teasing her with the illusion of hope, only to snatch it away when she reached for it.
A tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another, and she didn't bother wiping them away, she didn't even care that someone might see her. The numbness was starting to crack, the emotions she had been holding back beginning to seep through. But she didn't fight it this time. She couldn't.
All she could do was sit there, helpless, watching the man she had come to care for more than she never thought she would ever possibly be capable of, slowly fade away, taking with him a piece of her soul that she would never get back.
"We were supposed to have more time... I was supposed to protect him..." Nova heard Thor say between his sobs. "What will I be without you, brother?"
Memories flooded her mind—his laugh, that infuriatingly charming smirk, the way he would tease her mercilessly, and then turn around and protect her with a fierceness that belied his usual nonchalance. She hadn't realized how much she relied on him, how much she cared, until he was no longer there to fill the space with his presence.
"It is not your fault." Nova managed to say with a steady voice.
As Nova and Thor sat there, lost in the suffocating grief and uncertainty, she noticed a faint change in the rhythm of the machines—just a slight stutter, barely noticeable, but enough to jolt her out of her thoughts. She froze, her breath catching in her throat, eyes locked on Loki's motionless form. For a moment, she thought she was imagining it, that her desperation was playing tricks on her mind.
Then it happened again.
The beeping of the heart monitor skipped, faltered, and then... stopped.
A sharp, piercing tone filled the room, the sound of the flatline cutting through the air like a knife. Nova's heart plummeted, her numbness shattered in an instant, replaced by a flood of panic and terror. She shot to her feet, knocking over the chair as she rushed to Loki's side.
"No, no, no—this isn't happening! Loki, you can't leave like this!" she choked out, her hands hovering over him, desperate to do something, anything to stop the inevitable. But she was powerless. The machines began to sound alarms, a cacophony of noise that only heightened her fear.
