“Hey, Lena?”
Green eyes blink up at her curiously. “I have an idea,” Kara mutters. “I’m not sure, but maybe—”
She focuses in on her best friend again, lets the sight of Lena fill her up. Takes in the soft frizzy curls at her temples, the faint echo of laughter lines at the corners of her eyes. Lets the feelings that always accompany her proximity to this woman – devotion, regret, heartbreak, love – build inside her chest until they’re all she feels, all she knows.
She looks at Lena like she’s the only thing in her universe. It’s not so far from the truth.
“Cgyrzyx.”
A crackle of sharp, electric blue, and then everything goes dark.