[there is fear in anna's heart as it beats close to this trapped woman. she breathes in sharply; she thinks of opa. the machines that had kept him alive until they didn't, and the pain that they had told her he wasn't in. it's been long enough for her to learn to doubt that.]
[she thinks, es tut mir leid. she thinks, ich wird dich befreien. she knows she can't promise it, or that she doesn't know how, but she thinks it anyway.]
[breathing in slowly through her nose, she takes in the scent of seawater and the chill in the winter air. the hand from this woman's shoulder goes behind her neck like anna is supporting her head, and anna brings herself closer. there's a simple word, only three letters in english, for what anna is trying to do, but she can't make herself say it even in her mother tongue. what she asks instead sends a shiver down her spine. she wants to be wrong.]
cw ruminations on death
[she thinks, es tut mir leid. she thinks, ich wird dich befreien. she knows she can't promise it, or that she doesn't know how, but she thinks it anyway.]
[breathing in slowly through her nose, she takes in the scent of seawater and the chill in the winter air. the hand from this woman's shoulder goes behind her neck like anna is supporting her head, and anna brings herself closer. there's a simple word, only three letters in english, for what anna is trying to do, but she can't make herself say it even in her mother tongue. what she asks instead sends a shiver down her spine. she wants to be wrong.]
Willst du sterben?