To her left, the sky outside the window greeted her with its sad grey hue. She had probably been asleep for a few hours.
Diana stared at the ceiling. Themyscirian symbols were carved on its surface – a detail she wished to be added in her new home after the war. Home where she and Steve would live together and do all the things he told her that one night under the snowfall. Her gaze turned towards the picture that hang on the wall, lit up by the pale moonlight, the first and last picture she took with him.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. It was so rich and full of details that the tears which were just brimming a few seconds earlier escaped her eyes, uncontrollably. She found it funny, how she had shed oceans of tears but no amount of soul-searching was enough to wash away the pain. 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵.
Wiping away her tears, Diana sat up, wincing from the claw marks she had on her arm. Then she remembered, she was fighting with Cheetah before she found herself in her bed.
“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞.” A very familiar voice from the darkest part of her room spoke. He went out of the shadows and there he was, with his golden hair, smiling down on her like he did in her every dream.
“𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞...” The goddess couldn’t believe her own eyes. It was him. Alive and in color. Safe and sound.
The man offered his hand for a dance, and it seemed too good to be true. Diana took it nevertheless. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 – 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
“𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?” He asked. Diana fathomed the depth of his sapphire orbs, and she thought, they were like the vast ocean she looked upon ever since she was sculpted from clay – 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦. She remembered, just earlier, she was thinking about home. She realized it didn’t matter wherever she was, whatever details she had on her house, just as long as she was with Steve, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
“𝐘𝐞𝐬.”The woman chuckled softly, a glimpse of yesterday flashing in her thoughts. “𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝... 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.”
“𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫... 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.” She stared at his face as she spoke, and it has been decades but still it took her breath away as the moonlight showed its beautiful contours. She wished in those decades she was able to do those with the most precious man in her life. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Almost seven decades – she had been a warrior for so long that she had forgotten what it was like to live.
They swayed in comfortable silence, without a song but their breaths perfectly harmonizing with each other were enough for her to listen to. “𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥...” His voice sank to an almost whisper. “... 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.”
“𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭... 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.” Diana leaned her head on his shoulder, still swaying despite of the shaking of her knees. She was a strong, brave and bold woman, she knew that but with him she was unstoppable. But now, just thinking that this small moment was already going to an end made her weak. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥.
“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.” He spoke softly, and she could feel the hint of sadness in his voice.
“𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.” She shook her head and as she looked at him in the eyes, tears threatened to stream down her cheeks.
“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭... 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞.” His smile was just too special to resist. And while it was true that her life would never be the same as it was seventy years ago, that losing someone was too painful and too cruel for the innocent lady she was before she left her home island, deep inside she believed that men were still good. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
With a smile, Diana nodded her head, fully understanding what he meant. “𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.”
Steve cupped her cheeks and, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead, faded in her embrace.
Maybe, just maybe, the worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves. Maybe Diana told herself she wanted to forget, but she didn’t. If to forget meant to erase everything, even the most precious memories, then she didn’t want it anymore.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 – 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦.