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Moira's breaths are slow and shallow, eyes are wide and unfocused. Sweat glazes her hands making it hard not to shove them into her pockets. She wasn't scared or in danger but her flight of fight response clicked into gear even though she had no desire to ever act on it. Her heart hammered in her chest causing her ears and throat to throb. Her face burned. She could feel the burn of tears being held back by pure will.
Her black suit was too tight and the collar pushed down as if it was making sure she still had a pulse. The room was deathly quiet and was occupied by a large crowd there for the same reason she was. Familiar faces some she had only barely recognised. Too absorbed in her thoughts Moira couldn't make out what anyone was saying. The lighting was grim, as a storm had rolled in that morning washing the world in dark shades.
Moira fidgeted as the service began. Too traditional but it's what she, Angela wanted. She never fought what Angela desired, always happy to be of service and go along with any of her risky ventures. Always brave, too brave.
Angela had finally pushed too hard, too long, and finally she was here clad in white with a serene peaceful face. Moira nearly broke when she saw her angelic presence ringed with flowers and still golden curls. She was an angel and always will be.
Unable to do much more than stand still and hold her face up with as much dignity as she could, Moira faced her emotions head on. She thought back to the happy days in her lab working together, fighting together, loving together. She almost cracked a smile when the gravity of the day caused it to crash back down. Her heart seized again as the priest rattled on something about faith and God's love. Her hands shook slightly as she held them together in front of her.
She could feel eyes starting to stare at her. What was she doing? What was she supposed to do? She thought desperately as her eyes went wide and her vision completely blurred. Moira was frozen as she stared wide at the peaceful angel in front of her. Her usual sharp mind completely numbed and lost.
Moira felt her world slowly spin back into focus. Soft warm lips pushed against her own. The room quickly snapped back into focus as a the warm lips pulled away and smiled at her. The room echoed with a joyous chuckle.
"Oh." She felt her whole body lighten as a smile finally graced her warm face "I do."