Burnt
Here’s your update anon
Homelander couldn’t believe it. He thought he might vomit as he watched the news play. He had stopped Ashley mere moments earlier, concerned why you still weren’t here two hours into your shift. She had gone paler than the whitest ghost and he thought her heart might stop from how sharply her blood pressure spiked. She’d silently but shakily turned on one of the screens in the conference room.
There had been a fire at your apartment. It was early enough that the cause hadn’t been discovered. But judging by the damage it had started on your floor. His stomach turns as he considers the possibility that your baking could have caused such a catastrophe. The fire had spread so quickly.
He breaks the sound barrier as he gets to your apartment in mere seconds. His throat closes up and he gags at the scent of burnt flesh as EMS begins to cart out bodies. He quickly smothers any protest as he rushes forward to inspect each corpse. He prays that you wouldn’t be one of them.
The universe is cruel.
He sees you. You don’t look anything like yourself but he can tell. A charred husk is all that remains of you. Your light has been snuffed out and the scent of brown sugar that he loves so much has been replaced with the sweet horrible scent of cooked meat. The bits of your strawberry apron that survived have melted into your flesh in a grotesque tapestry.
He can’t quite make himself believe what he’s seeing. He can’t quite comprehend the fact that you’re gone…truly gone. A whole story. A fulfilling love. Gone in an instant because of the whims of some capricious higher power.
He closes his eye as a single tear rolls down his cheek.
He’d never seen you burn anything. He never imagined that you’d be the one who was baked into a crisp.
Fitting.
