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alexander-kozachenko:

He nods when she answers and grants him the knowledge of her name. “Alexander,” he returns the favor with a nod. “I am sorry for approaching you so callously. I may have mentioned that it is not often that I get visitors.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Alexander.” She smiles, her pink tinted lips curling upwards. “I-It’s alright. But do you mind if I ask…What do you mean? And… where are we exactly?”

221bec:

“so how’s your fandom doing?”

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alexander-kozachenko:

He holds his tongue for a moment, thinking over his words silently before he answers. “Standard conversation starter,” he finally manages, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “It’s not often I have people approach me.” 

“Oh.” She mumbled, her eyes darting to the ground. So much for a conversation starter.

She regained her posture, looking up to the male once again. She didn’t want to seem rude, despite not knowing what to say. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Sherry Birkin.”

cherry blossom tea
pickled cherry blossom with salt. wash it rightly before pouring hot water.

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alexander-kozachenko:

+ officerredfield, kawaii-sherry, middle-cross, queenofthegun

“I assume you have something important to share? Otherwise, I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“No…I do not.” The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed as she examined the stranger. He didn’t seem to be dangerous, but there was still a suspicious air about him. “Why would you say that?”

harper-helena:

Helena’s breathing became more and more shallow as she watched the blonde, what a hero. She couldn’t help but smile a little as Sherry came to her side. There was no use in trying to move her, she was done for. It was too late.

“It’s not your fault, please don’t feel guilty.” She whispered, pulling an idle hand up to touch the other’s face. “I… I can’t die until I tell you something.” She swallowed back blood, her heart was slowing, vision blurring. “You’re the reason I’ve even continued this… life, or whatever it is. When we grew closer I grew to love you, more and more each and every day. I was never going to tell you but… what the hell right?” She coughed up blood, holding onto Sherry.

“That’s not the point. I have a family fortune and… there’s no one else in my life but you. I’ve written you in my will, please… take it.” She placed her hand weakly on Sherry’s chest, a single tear falling down her face. “I may not be here anymore, but…” She pressed harder into her chest. “I’ll always be, there.” Helena looked up at her, her body was shutting down as she gave her one final ‘I love you’ before shutting her eyes.

A few moments later her body went limp, then cold in the petite blonde’s arms.

Her hand went up to hold the brunette’s as Helena touched her cheeks, blood smearing over her skin. It mixed with the tears, a metallic smell wafting to her nose.

Her mouth parted as the younger woman confessed to her. Never did she think that someone, anyone, could love her. And for it to be Helena…she bit back more tears, her throat filled with fear and sadness. It wasn’t fair. She loved Helena, she really did. But she could never accept her as a lover. She shook her head as she saw that Helena herself knew this, and was once again overwhelmed with guilt.

She stayed quiet as Helena went on, her heart plummeting at the though of inheriting her fortune. She wasn’t special. For her to be taking over something so important…it just didn’t feel right. But she didn’t say a word. If this was what she wanted, than…she would accept it.

She suppressed a sob as Helena moved her hand towards her chest;  her fingers barely hovering above her heart. She entwined them with her own, feeling the brunette’s skin grow cold.

No.

She let out a barely audible breath as Helena’s hand loosened it’s grip, falling onto her lap.
Tears started to pool from her eyes, Sherry tasting the mixture of blood and tears. She slowly cradled her former friend’s body as high pitched sobs filled the room. It took a while for her to realize that it was herself who emitted the noise.

She stayed like this for a while, holding her beloved friend’s corpse in her arms. The room grew colder as the seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes seemed to turn into hours. But it didn’t matter anymore. She felt just as dead.

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