Where do I begin? Good question, right? I hate beginnings: the cheesy music swelling, the deep man voice saying, "This is the story of Kara Danvers, who lived in Midvale." I don't know. I guess you need a beginning to make sense of the rest of the story... to know where you are, who I am.
Sometimes I think behind this dream is everything about me before eight years ago. Somewhere behind this dream is my beginning... the explanation for all the things about me no one can explain. Or know. Ever.
How is it possible I'm never going to see you again? How can you be over? How is it possible I'm never going to do any weird things with you ever again? How can I have all this power, and I couldn't hold on to you? The one time. The one time I needed it!
Look, main thing is, I can feel this... thing... like something diamond-clear in my brain. Something that's replaced the fogginess of not knowing for so long. For the first time in my life I'm not stuck in a dream of what I might be. For the first time in my life I have something else... Hope.
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