she didn’t say goodbye.
they thought she was asleep, at first. pulling the blankets over her head was natural, as was her being late.
she didn’t leave a note.
may had shaken the lump, the blanket falling away to reveal blank eyes and pale skin.
she didn’t tell them why.
as she fell to the floor she yelled her name.
she left a spilt bottle of whiskey and an empty bottle of pills.
there was nothing simmons could do; no alien blood could reverse this.
she left behind her team.
the funeral was quiet, the public unaware.
she left behind her family.
the world seemed to be in shades of grey, starting from the colour of her skin.
ice replaced honey.
they had to tell the world why quake hadn’t been seen.
as the world faded away into black and grey.
she had been the one holding the team together.
loves fell apart.
fitz and simmons seemed to always fight, a divorce filed a year later.
lives crumbled.
coulson’s injuries finally caught up to him.
hearts failed.
he now lies next to daisy.
next to his daughter.
may’s parents passed, and she left s.h.i.e.l.d.
under green grass and flowers.
she left flowers on their graves once a week, the only sign of her.
but grass browns and daisy’s wilt.
until one day, she didn’t.
and the world forgot.