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Change was coming. Anaia could feel it building up inside of her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could live like this. She wasn’t meant to be this way, constantly afraid. It was an endless spiral. She was scared, then she thought about leaving, which scared her more, which made her think about leaving, which scared her more. She wasn’t sure what to do.
More than anything, she wanted to talk to Sara. Maybe she could help her… maybe she would come with her. She still didn’t have a plan… she wasn’t sure she could do anything quite yet. But she needed to talk about it now.
She knew her sister was usually up late to watch the sunset, and she headed out to where she sat. She wasn’t there yet, and Anaia sighed. She decided to sit and wait, in case she showed up. If not… she wasn’t sure what she’d do. She might lose her nerve. It wasn’t that unbelievable, considering her recent behavior. She wasn’t sure what she hoped for from this either; would her sister excoriate her? Would she support her?
Her shoulders hunched as she stared out over the tundra, ears drooping. She hoped Sara came; she hoped somebody here would care.
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