Cynthia's parent were apart of Rosalind's task force before they decide to quit and raise a family, they kept in touch with Farah and Saul. One day the unthinkable happened Cynthia's mom was able to transform, the day that she transformed was the da...
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Sky and Cynthia are awoken by a hammering on their door. The two share a look as Nox jumps off the bed.
"I'm coming," Cynthia calls. Rubbing sleep out of her eyes as she heads for the door.
Pulling it open, she can see the stressed face of Stella.
"She killed her," Stella tells Cynthia. "Rosalind killed Ms Dowling, and Bloom killed Rosalind."
"I'm sorry, what?" Cynthia questions. Now fully awake.
"Rosalind's dead," Stella repeats. "Bloom found out that Rosalind had killed Ms Dowling, so Bloom killed her.
Cynthia stumbles back at the words. Raising a shaking hand to her mouth. She knew Ms Dowling was dead sure. But there was a small part of her that hoped for the best, a small part of her who hoped that it wasn't the case. But it was real. Ms Dowling was dead, and now Bloom had killed Rosalind. Cynthia didn't need any of this.
"She felt a warm hand come up to cup her shoulder as they pulled her into their body. Cynthia's head bumped into Sky's chest as he pulls her into him. Holding her as she hiccups out a sob.
"It's okay." Sky murmurs as he holds onto her. Nox nudges her with his head.
"I knew she probably would come back." Cynthia sobs. "But I hoped that I was wrong. I hoped that she would return. But to find out that she was never coming back." Cynthia breaks down with a sob.
Sky holds her as her world comes crashing down around her, just as she had held Sky. Two lost and unmoored souls holding onto each other for dear life. The only constant they had left.
"When you are feeling better, some of us are meeting in the barn to go over what is going on," Stella murmurs both to Cynthia and to Sky. Before she turns solely to Sky. "Look after her," Stella instructs before turning and going, even before Sky has a chance to respond.
"We should go." Cynthia sniffles, moving to detangle herself from Sky. "We should help them."
"No," Sky protests. Holding on tighter to her. "You need to put yourself first, just the once."
"But what if they need me?" Cynthia sobs. Still trying to get out of Sky's hold. But her fighting is getting weaker as she gives in.
"If they need you, they will come and get you. But for now, you need to be allowed to grieve."
Cynthia says nothing. Instead, she just goes slack in Sky's arms. letting him hold onto her and hold her upright. She lets him be the support that she needs. Collapsing into him as he guides her onto the bed. Holding her as she sobs, and sobs and sobs.
He holds her for hours as she wears herself out. Getting all the emotions out. Gripping onto her only certainty in a world of uncertainty. There is nothing that Sky can do but hold her, to hold her and not let her get washed away.
