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Iris West/Impulse ([info]catchmeifyoucan) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2010-10-20 00:19:00

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The hardest part is saying goodbye (open to any heroes that might be there)
The room lined with statues of Titans that given their lives to help others was something that Iris didn't set foot on a regular basis.

It wasn't that she had never been in it. It was just that she could never go in without feeling the urge to cry.

Today, that urge was especially strong.

Because the newest statue was one of her best friend.

Iris wished that she could go back in time. If she'd been there, she might have been able to help somehow. Maybe even help stop it. But Iris knew that wishing wasn't going to help anyone. It wasn't going to bring back Cait.

Right now, though, she was just trying not to cry. She had to be strong. For her teammates, for Ty. Especially for Ty. Her own tears would come later, when she would get away from everything.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming," Iris said to everyone that was gathered in the small space in front of Cait's statue.

She'd stood in the mirror and practiced what she was going to say countless times that morning. She always broke down in the middle. This time, she'd try to avoid that.


"I didn't know Cait for a long time," she said, "We didn't meet under the easiest of circumstances, and I had no idea that she'd become my best friend. I didn't know that in the short time that I knew her, she'd become almost like an older sister to me. I-" Iris's voice cracked, as she felt a huge knot form in her throat.

"D-death is something that we rarely see coming, especially in t-this line of work." She was not going to cry. She was not going to cry. "T-the best we can do is b-be there for each other and..." Iris didn't finish her sentence as the tears started to roll down her face, and words failed her.
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