Broken Hearts

Two Sides To Every Story

Alex started to have hallucinations and nightmares. Sometimes she would see her sister, standing in the crowd. But then with a passing person, she would disappear.

Of course, she knows they are hallucinations. Sometimes. Alex doesn't tell anyone this, but sometimes she believes her sister is still out there, somewhere, trying to send her a message with these mirages. Of course, it's silly. Of course, it's ridiculous. But not to her.

Any person will say she is delusional, crazy, but they don't know her story. She's not crazy or delusional, she might be mentally ill, but she has every right and reason to believe her sights.

Alex Danvers lost the one person who she would die for, who she would kill for. Who meant the world to her. How could she not believe her sister is still alive? It is the only pint of hope she could conjure in this pit of darkness that she is stuck in! How could she not reach out to it, even if it isn't real?

Alex needs hope. Real or not.

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In the alien bar, she sits, where she shall sit after her shifts at work every other night. Choking down the bitter beer, forcing down her feelings while at it. She feels a little more relaxed, but as usual, her mind races. She is paranoid, as usual. Nothing too big. A man sits next to her. She almost jumps. Her heart drops. But she takes a breath when she sees it's just a normal dude, alien dude, but doesn't that count as normal? Yes.

She chugs down the last of the glass, wipes her mouth with her sleeve, and walks out of the bar. She leaves.

She takes one glance at her motorcycle and groans. "Fuck it, I'm gonna walk home." She mutters.

She needs time to think anyway.

Think about her wife, who is mourning and mourning, but yet, still can't get over her loss.

Oh, you thought I was talking about Alex this time? No, no, no. Maggie.

Maggie suffered with generalized anxiety disorder ever since she no longer saw Alex every day or every night. She was diagnosed after her co-workers saw a gradual change in her mood and posture. She would start to fidget or shake. She would worry and often step aside to make several calls, her voice thick with fear. Her partner finally said something.

They sat in the car and Maggie's foot bounced up and down. She stared at her hands, twiddling nervously. This happened more and more often.

"Are you okay?" Her partner asked kindly but on edge.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine" Maggie responded quickly, sounding a little out of breath.

"What's on your mind?"

"Oh nothing." She faked a smile, just to add on.

"I'm seriously worried about you. We have noticed your sudden change in... behaviors." Her partner said, her voice filled with care. But maybe a little too much. She sounded as if she was caring for a puppy.

"Sorry, don't be worried. I'm just a little anxious, that's all." Maggie blew it off as if it was nothing.

"How about your fiancé? How is she doing?" Maggie flinches as if she's been slapped.

"Good, good."

"Okay. Well I'm here if you ever need to talk."

Maggie nodded, but never did talk to her.