[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/5iOp.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Sidewalk Across the Border
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily winced for a moment, hearing her own name. Her knee jerk reaction was to scream [i]NO[/i] and run off, crawl into some comic book store and read issues of [i]Jessica Jones[/i] until she died. As illogical as it was, she felt like a comic book store was one of the last safe places in the world at this rate. Everything seemed to be infested with Juno, as if it were a parasite or a virus - and she didn't know which was worse. But Natasha trusted her - hadn't she? The knowledge that Natasha had lied to her had left her head spinning, but she took a deep breath. Natasha trusted her fiancé too. And despite her omission of the truth...Cecily still trusted Natasha. 

	[color=00ccff]"...Yes..."[/color] Cecily said, her voice cracking. She couldn't imagine how he felt. This was a woman he loved and wanted to marry - and now she was dead, being taken away in an ambulance after an ill fated trip to Mexico. Would things have turned out differently if Natasha had never met her? Was this her fault - some sick curse? Wallace had already died...And now Natasha, the true coroner of Justice, had met a grisly end as well...She had to take another deep breath, but it was far from silent - it was noisy and shallow, as if her lungs might burst from the effort. 

	[i]She died...-Rogue[/i]

	It wasn't the best explanation - and it might have easily been the worst one. But it was all Cecily could make her trembling fingers type out.