Coffee, blind (ana)
She wasn’t sure why she was being nice to the girl. She’d been turning a blind eye to what she’d done. Setting the cups down she looks at the coffee inside. Braelynn couldn’t stand the stuff normally. But it had been helping a lot lately. With a mix of old nightmares combining with the new ones. There was just something about the caffeine in it that made her feel better. She knew it wasn’t an alternative to sleep. With the shake of her head, she rests it in her hands. Could she really forgive Anastasia? “Are you doing better, Ana…?”












