ALEX.

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        She glanced briefly at her friend as she felt her hand lightly touch/graze her arm and her lips instinctively tugged into a thankful, melancholic smile. Being with the girls, with Petra, always felt like some kind of ephemeral escape, like a brief dip into normalcy amidst the fast-paced nature of her life, her line of work… It was like taking a breath of the purest, most vital type of air after being underwater for far too long. There was a relief, a balance, a warm realization that her fight was worth fighting one more day, that it wasn’t futile to put one bad guy out only to have three surface. And while her sister never failed to rekindle her sense of purpose, this was different. She made sure to treasure them, this moment, to commit those voices, those faces to memory, because the thought of their safety gave her strength and it would have to last until her next visit, whenever that was. “You heard that, it safe.” Puckered lips pressed gently against each forehead. “Sweet dreams. I love you both, so so much.” And she could say without hesitation that it was the purest, most vital type of love she had ever experienced. A gentle grip on Petra’s hand as she guided her out of the room with her, turning off the switch on their way out. She closed her eyes as she pressed a kiss against her friend’s temple before she let go of her hand. “Thank you.”

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        A soft smile is planted on her lips as she watches the exchange between Alex and the twins, eyes warm and gentle as the way her heart feels right then. Petra places kisses of her own on both girls’ foreheads following Alex, along with a reminder of the love she holds for them — and then she lets the other woman lead the way out, fingers curling onto the hand that held hers as she follows. And there’s calmness in her chest, the kind that she always feels during moments like these — when silence is loud and she’s very aware of the love that overflows within her. Deep breath, light curl of her lips as she feels Alex’s press onto her temple and she then finds herself looking into her friend’s eyes, not fully aware of the intensity in which she does as seconds tick by. And it feels like her voice is trapped in her throat for a moment, brows pulling together as she lets her gaze remain on the other before the words spoken finally catch up to her. Thank you. A hint of confusion accompanies her smile, “For what?”

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PETRA SOLANO
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jane the virgin

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