𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻 & 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴
My name is Kathryn Kennedy. I'm a pretty ordinary girl-- woman. I was born to an ordinary, loving couple. I have two best friends: Peter and Ned who I couldn't imagine my life without! I...
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"You would've liked him..." ~*~ Word Count: 1516
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Previously on "Best Friends"...
"Kathleen..." Strange said. Mr. Stark and I turned around. "There was no other way..." then Strange followed.
As I turned from Doctor Strange turning to dust, I saw Tony walk up to me staring at his hands which were quickly dusting away as well.
"TONY?!" I quickly held him as tight as I could. "N-No. Dad, please don't go! Don't go!" I screamed.
"Leen-Bean—" before he could finish, he disappeared. I was left hyperventilating and staring at the ground in front of me.
"Kathy?" I heard Peter whimper and my heart plummeted. I looked at his eyes that were glazed with pain.
"I don't feel so good..." he said as he stumbled and I caught him.
"Y-You're okay..." I said, hoping that if I said that it would be true. He gripped onto my shoulders, crying.
"I don't wanna go-I don't wanna go, Kathy! Please! Please, don't let me go! Don't let me go!" Peter cried and helped him to the ground and cupped his face.
"You aren't going any-anywhere! You have to stay with me! You're alright!" I cried, breathing uncontrollably. He looked at me, small rivers streaming down his cheeks. I held his hand tight and pressed my forehead against his. "Please don't leave me..." I sobbed.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered as the hand I was once holding turned to dust and the forehead I was leaning against disappeared.
I sat up, seeing the lonely, dry, and deserted canvas. I let out a scream at the top of my lungs, and collapsed on my hands and knees, bawling. As I did, I sent everything around me flying back, destroying the planet even more than in was before, leaving me in a sort of crater. I sobbed and hit the ground for no reason in particular, mostly in anger, panic, and denial.
Once my hands and knuckles were all bruised and sore, I fell to my side, praying this would all just be a dream as I sobbed, screamed, and gripped at the ground, holding what used to be my best friend. "PETER, PLEASE!"
*Nebula's POV*
I steadied myself after that girl's outburst. My heart, in a strange and unpredictable way pulled for her. I knew how she felt.
