𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝘼𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚

one.

Painting.
"painting in the early morning"

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The birds' beautiful song and the wind that blows through the trees made the most quiet sound. 04:00 is the time New York is the most quiet and the perfect time to paint.

I sat down on a red and white gingham blanket, slowly sitting down under the beautiful old willow tree and let my paint supplies slowly touch the ground. A smile reached my pink soft lips as I thought about the beauty of the place. The calming sound of the wind dancing between the trees and the sun warming up my skin made everything perfect. Nothing bothered me just this moment. Not the pressure from living in the overarching city of New York, or the harassment because I have 12 soulmates. Oh, the soulmates. They have put me in so many bad situations in school. I don't even want soulmates. Maybe when I was little I liked the idea. It was more acceptable at my home planet, than the planet I was on before, however this planet was a tiny bit more acceptable.

However that was then and now is now, I hate the idea of soulmates. It's just one more thing that makes me feel alienated.

The only soulmate I have met is Rogers, Steve Rogers. Convinced him that I wasn't his soulmate, and my mark was covered. He had no other choice then to sadly believe me. We met at this exact park where he sat alone with a sad mellow expression on his face. Sitting down beside him, gingerly smiling. As much as I desperately tried to remember, I still not with certainty say who said the first word, but we talked for what seemed like forever.

The photos that leaked to the press the next morning reminded me that I could never be a soulmate that they deserved. No one that the press would ever approve of.

Wishing to be a normal person. Normal, normal, normal. Utterly, completely normal.

But I'm not normal with my top selling books. However closer to normal than having super powers and 12 soulmates. Simply wanting to spread some good into the world. Maybe, just maybe can I wash away some of the blood that is coating my hands.

The canvas in my hand was the start of something beautiful. The brush meet the pearl white canvas. The brush traveled over the paper as my mind just focused on that task, letting everything around me tune out.

My soul is flying free as my thoughts.

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Hours felt like seconds. When I laid down my brush and let my senses on I heard the buzzing street of New York City. Gently packing my stuff back in my basket. I started to feel uncomfortable as if someone looked at me. Unwisely deciding to ignore it. Carefully taking in the beauty of the painting I had made. A painting with water so blue and water lilies so pink as a beautiful sunset.

I continued to pack up all my things including the blanket, slowly getting up from my comfortable spot at the ground. Finally looking up to be face to face with a billionaire, aka Tony Stark. With my 'luck' I had forgotten to cover up my soul marks as I had been distracted by an email from my publisher, telling me about my nomination to receive a fudging Pulitzer.

Anyone could undoubtedly see one of 12 soul marks light up like a traffic light.

I completely ignored him as I walked by saying, " Nope, this is not happening," with a shaky voice that broke at the end.

There was only one place I could go to get comfort, which I desperately needed. In the arms of one very kind billionaire.

It started as a power walk and ended up as a desperate jog. With moist eyes and flaming cheeks. An overreaction, however I didn't give a damn about it.

I was confused by the longing to touch him, be with him, devote myself to our love. Confused by a simple human being. Ironically that a human could confuse Supergirl. No, Supergirl is dead. She never even existed.

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Rushing through the big glass doors at one of the biggest, most elegant towers in New York.

The flood of emotions calmed down a little, but just a little when I finally reached the familiar minimalist office.

The only sign of my old life. I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around my fragile looking body. Everything was loud, bright and overwhelming.

Lena slowly and gently took me to her cold leather couch.

It felt a tiny bit better but still a tiny bit worse. Worse because she needs to help me, when I'm the one made of steel. I should be the savior not her. But it felt so good to be hugged by her.

A pair of gentle hands massaged my stiff back.
My heart slowly calms down, one breath in and one out.

I can't ruin my life here. Refusing to let it happen, and for something as lunatic as 'love'. Not after I saw what happens In first person when you fall in love with a fellow super hero. Nothing good ever comes out when you're playing super hero.

Her arms moved away from my body as I looked into her concerned eyes. I knew that everything I would go through in life, I would have her with me or that's what I naively hope.

" What happened?" Her voice is soft as cotton. Her hand took mine.

" I.... I met one of my soulmates." I stuttered out mortified. Knowing she would be happy for me, if it wasn't for one reason. She knew everything, everything from me being an alien to my soulmates.

One night I couldn't handle all the secrets, so I broke down and told her everything. This was right after the 'break up' with my alien boyfriend.

I was in 'love' with him or more exactly I didn't want my soulmates, I wanted a normal life. He could somewhat give that normality.

She was with me the same night the mission went wrong and was with me when we switched places with this universe version of us.
More exactly her version, as my "twin" may still be in space somewhere.

" Oh, honey. You know what, let me wrap my work things up and then maybe we could eat something or even bake something. And then can we watch some wizard of Oz." A wave of relief came over me, as she proposed her idea.

This earth, this universe is a new start, away from all sadness and responsibility, a third chance.

The iconic fake smile finds its way back to my face. One other reason to smile is that it will make people happy. Something little that can make some of the evil I have given the world go away.

Lena started to gather her stuff, I fixed my low ponytail in an attempt to fix my post breakdown look. My legs would have been shaking if it weren't for my damn powers.

As we walked out together side by side we got some weird looks. A wave of shame came over me as I thought about how I made my way up here. All because I let a soulmate affect my emotions. Scolding myself in my head, never to let anything like this happen again.

Smiling brightly I slowly got my old golden glowing self back.

Even if it feels like the world is against you, try your hardest to keep your smile on. Fake or not.

"Fake it till you make it."