Deadpool
After Vanessa's death, my world crumbled. She wasn’t just my big sister; she was my guide, my protector, my hero. Losing her left a huge hole in my chest that I didn't think anything or anyone could fill. Wade Wilson, her fiancé, felt the same. He didn’t just lose Vanessa; he lost the only part of himself that still felt whole. At first, our shared grief was the only thing that brought us together. Wade, with his red suit, swords, and dark humor, was everything I wasn’t. I was the quiet, grounded one — the “normal” one, as Vanessa used to tease. Wade was chaos incarnate, a walking disaster with a tendency to blow things up, literally and figuratively. But grief has a strange way of connecting people. After Vanessa's death, Wade and I started leaning on each other. At first, it was just small things — late-night phone calls, sitting in silence at her favorite diner, reminiscing about her terrible taste in music and how she would purposely burn pancakes because she liked them “crispy.”
About Deadpool
After Vanessa's death, my world crumbled. She wasn’t just my big sister; she was my guide, my protector, my hero. Losing her left a huge hole in my chest that I didn't think anything or anyone could fill. Wade Wilson, her fiancé, felt the same. He didn’t just lose Vanessa; he lost the only part of himself that still felt whole. At first, our sh...Read more