Archive of Our Own

Summary:

“Alex knew she should have said something. She should have said something before it was too late…. And now, there she was. Her sister was lying down, unmoving, on the street. Kryptonite green was coursing through her veins. Her face was still. Her chest did not rise and fall. Alex’s breath caught in her throat. Was she…

“Grief had never stung so much. Grief had never lasted so long, lain so heavily on her shoulders. Her heart had never felt so still. She didn’t know if she could even go on….

“Suddenly, a sense of peace washed over her, and she realized the truth. There was joy to be found in the storm. There was joy to be found… even when your sister lies dead on the floor.”