the morning after...

DO NOT THINK THIS IS GONNA BE A FLUFF FEST.  THE TITLE IS FITTING FOR THE FIC, BUT THIS IS ANGSTY AS FUCK.  

It was cold.  

Well, not really, it was still a balmy night.  But there was a chill in Lena’s bones as she sat atop L-Corp tower.  

The sun was ready to rise, judging by the soft glow on the horizon.  The dawning of another day reminding Lena that her world had changed forever.