September 22nd, 3020

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His steps were heavy, his face crestfallen. His daughter did not understand why he was so sad that morning at breakfast. Or why he was in the cemetery. No one she had known had died. But it was a sad day for him. Just like it was every year. 

He stood in front of Kara's grave. It was big, like a memorial. 

Here lies Kara Zor El Danvers. Sister, friend, daughter, hero to our city.

Tears fell down his cheeks as he touched the supergirl logo engraved upon the black marble.

Some heroes are made. 

He closed his eyes. He knew the wording by heart.

"Rest in peace, January 25th, 2020," he whispered.

1000 years ago today, she had died.

His Juliet with her sparkling blue comets.

"Hey Kara," he whispered, tears glistening on his reddened cheeks. "I'm here, it's your Mon El." 

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