The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the city as you leaned against the railing of a rooftop terrace, the cool breeze ruffling your hair. The skyline sprawled out before you, a tapestry of glass and steel, reflecting the vibrant colors of the sunset. You could hear the distant sounds of traffic and the faint chatter of people below, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

Kara Danvers—Supergirl. She was everything you weren’t: strong, brave, and undeniably good. You had watched her soar through the skies, saving lives and inspiring hope, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in your gut. How could someone so perfect exist in a world filled with chaos and darkness?

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to shake off the feelings that clung to you like a heavy fog. You had always been the “bad girl,” the one who danced on the edge of danger, reveling in the thrill of rebellion. But Kara—she was a beacon of light, a symbol of everything you felt you could never be. The realization settled heavily on your shoulders.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky, you heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. You turned to see Kara stepping onto the terrace, her presence instantly illuminating the space. She wore her casual outfit and her blond hair flowed like a golden river. The moment she smiled at you, it felt like the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment.

“Hey! I didn’t know you’d be up here,” she said, her voice bright and cheerful, cutting through the quiet of the evening. But as she spoke, you felt a tightening in your chest, a mixture of warmth and frustration.