"If you ever fall in love, do so without reservation, or rather, if you should fall in love simply give no thought to any reservation."
- Vincent van Gogh
Part one of two of "Love Without Hesitation".
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Two years later. Alexei Shostakov household gardens.
Taking slow steps alongside the line of the property, Yelena Belova scratched at her palms, her mind wandering to many thoughts as she considered answers to concerns she'd been having recently. "Wait no, I sent one..." her voice trailed off as she thought aloud, squinting her eyes and staring off at the distance in thought.
"Yelena! Hey!" Natasha shouted, waving at her younger sister from a distance. Returning the wave, Yelena then held a hand on her hip, the other covering her eyes from the sun which beamed brightly and warmly down on them.
Once Natasha joined her sister, the two continued on the walk the younger of the two had started not long before her sister accompanied her. Matching Yelena's steps, Natasha took each step with a heaviness, trying to catch her sister's attention though she did not have it nor did she gain it in that moment.
Stomping while taking another step, Natasha hit a hole in the grass, releasing a yelp in surprise before regaining her step.
"Ah, be careful Natasha," Yelena stated. This was all the attention she gave her sister before she returned to her mental state of jumbled thoughts, and mental notes she'd created while on her walk.
The footsteps of the sisters in the grass being all the sounded between them, Natasha grew tired of the silence. Usually finding it enjoyable but not when her little sister stopped speaking to her or anyone else overall. Instead of finding her sister's silence to be convenient when she needed to work or wanted to read in the quiet of their home, she found it concerning as it became routine as of recently.
Bumping Yelena's arm with her own, Natasha asked, "What's on your mind, sestra?"
Yelena hummed in question, her features matching the sudden confusion for her sister's question before she shook her head, "Nothing."
"Fignya, I know you're troubled with something. Just tell me, maybe I can help," Natasha offered, her voice matching her gesture of a shrug as her words were only hopeful.
"I really doubt that, Tasha," the blonde shook her head.
Bumping her sister's shoulder once more, Natasha said, "Try me." Her persistence did not crack her sister into telling of what was preoccupying her, so Natasha did not relent as any other person probably would have. Instead she made a challenge of her sister's situation. "I bet I could guess what it is."
"No you won't," Yelena chuckled.
"Guess number one," Natasha ignored her sister's remark, "Is it...your art?" Watching her sister shake her head she guessed again, "Is it...Mother? The darts match you had the other day?"
"No."
Humming in thought, Natasha snapped, "Oh! Is it father? Did he hug you while smelling of garbage again?"
