Who: Raya; OPEN to Clark Kent What: Raya breaks the crystal...er, kicks the bucket. She dies, k? Where: An apartment she's only just settled into. When: Morning. Warnings: Death, people. And I'm sure a very emo Clark.
Raya lost her grip on the phone she'd been holding. She tried to tell him, but she hadn't had the strength to finish. She could only hope Kal-El could fill in the blanks. Why hadn't she told him she loved him before? Why hadn't she even told him or Jor-El something wasn't right with her? The only guess she had was pride. She was Kryptonian, on a planet in a solar system with a yellow sun. She had told herself to be strong for the people in her life, she would be capable of making it through this ordeal. Then Jor-El had disappeared, and she had searched far and wide, racing around the city in hopes of finding him with no luck. It had only made matters worse. Not even a day had passed since then and she was in a different room, not even able to move from her place on the couch. This was not supposed to happen, not again. She was supposed to be living again, spending time with who was left of her people, especially the one she loved the most. Instead she was here, taking her last breath alone, using it to whisper the one word that mattered to her before her life extingusted once again.