We conquered the world, you and I. We faced the devil together. We fought him together, and we won. We rose from the ashes, hand in hand, and faced a new world. We’re a team.
We were a team.
One moment we were supeheroes, facing the universe and all it had in store for us, head-on and without fear. We were indestructible, until all at once we weren’t.
Somewhere down the line, our hands slipped. You were no longer beside me; I couldn’t even see you anymore. I didn’t know if you were behind me or ahead of me, or if you were defeated altogether. We’re not two halves, but two wholes. And maybe that’s a good thing.
I still call your name, sometimes. Maybe you can hear me. Maybe you can’t. But I hope I find your hand again.
And if I don’t, I hope you stay super without me.
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