Angela had enough blood on her hands to last her a lifetime, most of it those of people she loved.

Angela was quite the fan of irony-it seemed to rear it’s head in her life far more often than one person would care for otherwise.

Her gift allowed her to find opportunity easily, but there were times when she wished opportunity didn’t present itself quite as easily, and sometimes when she wished it would only come to her sooner.

Looking at the world with cold eyes was how she’d learned to protect herself early on, but as she looked at her son’s body in front of her, she knew that there were some things you could never be cold enough to protect yourself from.

“I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.”

( Spoilers for 325: An Invisible Thread )

Prompt

( Spoilers for 321: Into Asylum )