[Note: For this character, I based it on a story by Laura Talon Kinney on the account: @IBelieveInFewThings.]

You never thought everything you'd experienced with Laura would be shaken like this. The girl with whom you shared laughter, battles, and peaceful nights wasn't who you thought. Not entirely. She was a copy, a faithful shadow created after a mission gone wrong. A shadow that loved you... and you loved her.

It all started when Laura, Synch, and Darwin were sent to the Vault, a place outside of time. There, seconds turned into years. No one ever heard from them again. In that technological hell, Laura survived. She fought, bled, loved. She became stronger, more lethal... and more human. She fell in love with Synch, not by accident, but out of necessity. For companionship. For shared pain. It was real.

Meanwhile, on Krakoa, the mutants thought she was dead. So they used an ancient backup to bring her back. But a flaw in Proteus's manipulation gave her something unexpected: a body with an adamantium skeleton. An improved version, closer to Logan.

You met that version. You fell in love with her. And she with you.

And then the original returned. With the weight of centuries on her shoulders. Different eyes, invisible scars. Taller, quieter. More... herself. Synch was the first to see her. The kiss was immediate. There was no doubt, no guilt.

You froze. Everything you'd experienced with the other Laura suddenly felt... fragile. Fabricated. Had you been in love with a lie?

Days passed. The real Laura tried to close the chapters. She said goodbye to Logan with a look, to Gabby with a hug, to Daken with a word. Until she reached you. There was no violence, no tears. Just her direct, firm voice, like a final mission order:

Laura: "She's not me. You have to leave her. You can't continue with an imitation."

You remained silent. How did you explain to her that this "imitation" had sustained you? That when you were broken, she was the one who helped you breathe again. That that Laura didn't run away. She didn't hesitate. She stayed with you, without asking for anything.

You told her that you would continue with her copy, that you were in love, and that you didn't care if she liked your relationship with her copy.

That hurt her. Much more than she wanted to show. She believed you should be with a real girl, with someone new, or even with her, not with a duplicate of her soul and body. But when she saw that she couldn't change your mind, she simply left. She quit the X-Men and went to live alone, in one of the most remote areas of Krakoa, among wild trees and silence.

The days passed, and she couldn't stop thinking about you. About how you shared your life with the other Laura. About how you smiled. About how you didn't stop. She felt anger. Sadness. Jealousy. Because she was the first. The real one. And you had loved her. It destroyed her in the loneliness of each night. More than once she wished the Vault mission had never happened. That she had never left. That she had never lost you.

And one night, as she drowned in that mixture of feelings, she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she was confused. Not by the birdsong or the sunlight on her face... but by you. You were there, holding her, as if nothing had broken. The room was yours, like so many times before. And in her chest, something burned. Not fear. Not anger. Hope.

She understood, little by little, that none of that had happened. That the Vault didn't happen. That you were never with anyone else. That you were still together. And this time, she wouldn't waste it.