☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
It was the same beaten path that had been there for years on end. No one had fixed it, at least not since she was little, anyway.
She strolled past the scattered headstones within the garden, and she eyed the many bouquets, small stuffed toys, envelopes — all that were filled with messages that the lost would never actually get to read. Lois knew the scene like the back of her hand.
Every inch was the same as it had been that very first year, every detail had ceased to evolve. Even in the dead of night, the graves still looked the same. Nothing had changed, nor had it altered, not even small details had changed within all those many years worth of waiting. Waiting for something to suddenly be a bit different this year, to the last. Nothing ever was.
It had been a year.
One whole year had passed since Lois had last visited; exactly twelve months since she had mustered up enough courage to make an appearance. Perhaps it had been down to the new and hectic changes in her life, the introduction of the supernatural that had kept her far too busy. Or it could have been due to the fact that she hadn't wanted to go. She had been too scared. The idea of going to that cemetery scared her, more than any werewolf ever had done. Though, now it was the anniversary — and that had given her no choice at all. Lois had to go, she had needed to go.
Strange. That's what it was.
All of it was odd. Lois used to pass by each day after school; she would sit and talk to the woman everyday until the sun went down and she had missed dinner. Those were the days when Lois held enough determination to muscle up and face fears; tackle them. It was overruled by the amount that she missed her mother.
