send Ø for my character’s reaction to receiving
an invitation to your character’s funeral

This had been inevitable. Hadn’t it? With the volatile lives that all the Rogues had, death had always been a constant companion that hovered over their shoulders –– a dark passenger that had latched its hold on them with a promise of the void to come. Selina found her abdomen tightening with dread as she flipped the envelope over. It was blank, but there was a familiar scent of gunpowder and the sting of hospitals as she brought it to her nose.

A pregnant pause awaited as her hands deftly slit open the flap, and another as she slowly unfolded the heavy parchment that had laid within;

                                                                  In memoriam
                                                                        Harl––

That was as far as she got before a violent shake of her hand cast the parchment paper fluttering to the ground. She knew what words came next. It was just a matter of telling her mind that this wasn’t unexpected - that she shouldn’t take this so deeply. Harley, in her time alive, had first been a nuisance that had dug into her side, and later a sister that Selina had held close. So this was what happened when she trusted someone. This sense of utter loss that she’d felt twice before; for Maria Kyle, and for the disappearance of Maggie Kyle.

Harley was gone. No more light laughter over drinks, or Friday nights out with the bubbly blonde. Selina didn’t have many friends, and she never would. Today marked the date of where one friend had dropped off the select list that she had. She reached for a bottle of wine, already a third emptied, on the kitchen counter. Ironic that she was doing what she’d vowed not to do - drink. But it was the only way she knew how to drown her sorrows. And so she drank.