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"You can't know what it's like to lose someone you love."
Bernice might've been young, but she knew exactly what it was like to lose someone you loved dearly, and to never see them again.
One hand clutched her blood-caked, injured shoulder, the other reached out to pick up the framed photograph that sat on her desk, right beside several letters that were addressed to a woman she hadn't seen in a little over a decade...who she desperately longed to be reunited with, more than anything else in the whole world.
Emmy.
As Bernice gazed at the photograph in her hands, a picture of her as a teenager with her arms around her blonde childhood best friend, she gave a bittersweet smile.
She would be see Emmy again soon enough, Bernice could feel it. But until then, she'd carry on with what she was tasked to do, by the very woman herself.