death. it’s not exactly something she knows how to deal with. she'd been too young to fully comprehend losing her own father when it happened, and her sister... well, anezka had made it impossible to mourn for her. and so petra treads carefully with sara — filled with uncertainty while fully aware of how much she’s already lost, and she can’t even begin to imagine the kind of pain she must be feeling right now. fingers gently thread through her girlfriend’s, grip firm and her tone quiet when she asks, ❛ is there anything i can do? ❜
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