Bobby/Megan - Falling stars
He motioned for her to come closer so he could wrap his arms around her waist and rest his head on her torso as she stood in front of him. He didn’t have an answer to her question. He didn’t know why it had to be the kids, or why it had to happen at all. Why peace couldn’t last. “I don’t want to live on earth anymore…” Normally the sort of thing he’d say as a joke- but he really was tired of all the madness, an the false taste of peace.
She breathed out closing her eyes and leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “We’ll find these kids and raise ever loving hell.” She whispered harshly, and she meant it. They would bring these kids back, and whoever took them would regret the day they so much as looked at a mutant kid wrong.

















