Astrid POV:

I walked through the streets of the city the same streets I used to fight for my life daily, and eventually made it to the place.

The place was dark and damp and empty, but littered with trash and muck. I let my gaze drift across the room until my eyes landed on a old cracked photo on the ground the broken glass all around it.

I knelt down ignoring the sharp bite of the glass as it cut into my knees and I picked up the photo running my fingers over the cracked and aged photo.
Two people one in a white dress her brown eyes sparking with joy, black hair cascading down her shoulders and her olive skin tone shining. The other in a black tux his brown hair neatly combed back and dark blue eyes sparking with love and affection.

I cradled it to my chest and stood up and felt my hands twitch as I looked down at the two identical dried blood stains on the floor and my breath hitched in my throat as I fought the urge to scream and throw myself on the ground.

I dropped to the floor and cried hands placed over the dried blood spots. Memories flashed through my mind.

"My Little Asteroid, I love you."

I laughed as I ran away from my dad smiling. "Catch me daddy!"

I sat at a table with a small cake and candle's. "Happy birthday Astrid.

I could almost imagine it their silhouettes against the ground standing next to me, halos over their heads.

I hear the angels cry, they don't want you to be mine.

(For context her mom and dad were murdered but were covered up as a hit and run, in reality her so called "friend" named Haven murdered them in cold blood, Astrid was a assassin before S.I.G.N, and was a part of the Vincore Foundation, a organization of Assassins.)