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Bruce still remembers when he'd found you. Alone, scared, sobbing in the quiet kind of way that you do when you've cried so hard your voice had given out. You were in an abandoned warehouse on the docks, one of the many that littered the gloomy edge between sewage-filled waters and crime-ridden city. You were holding onto something, a shape that he couldn't quite make out under the flickering lights. But he could once he got closer.

You had been in a criminal attack - that was the reason he'd gotten the alarm to go over. You had been walking along the docks with your sibling, letting the waves crashing against the rocks calm their mind as you gazed at the sky. You couldn't see the stars, it was so full of smog. But you told stories about how many there were out there, stars that had watched you grow and would watch you die. Stars that would become your cousins when you passed away, stars that would envelop you in their embrace when your life came to an end. You just hadn't imagined theirs would end so soon.

It had taken Bruce hours to pry you away from them, your grip was so strong. You just couldn't bear to look away for even a second - even if what you saw was unrecognizable. You just wanted to hold on a little longer. Not for long - just forever. You used to be intertwined, sewn together. And now those stitches had been ripped, the patchwork falling apart.

You just didn't know how to live without them.