"Carol? CAROL!"
Carol
I felt sick to my stomach. My head was spinning and my vision had basically given up on me. But despite all that, the knowledge of what would happen in the next 6 hours. Sophia hovered behind me, large grin on her face. "You ready?" Her sweet voice forced me to snap back to reality. Great.
"God no. Of course I'm not fucking ready." My hand gripped the wall for support, just about the only thing stopping me from falling over. Sophia simply rolled her eyes at my so called 'dramatics' and dragged me by the arm to the car.
Brün
I felt happy. For the first time in months. Since the argument, since the alcohol. I felt happy. My fingers were interlaced with Moira's as we made our way to the car. Within 6 hours, I would be one step closer to spending the rest of my life with the best person on Earth. "You look lovely, M." I smiled at the well-dressed girl stood beside me. "I still don't understand why Carol picked red, but I'm dealing with it."
A small laugh escaped her lips as she looked up at me, her eyes wide and blue. Just. Like. Carol. "You look so much like your mother."
A/N:
You have no idea how bad my writer's block is
I'm trying, I promise
YOU ARE READING
Broken Mirrors
FanfictionThis story follows the lives of Brünhilde (Valkyrie) and Carol Danvers. Two brave souls wounded by war must try and stay alive. "Stay alive, stay alive, for me."
