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"mmm" Ana whines when she feels Tim shift in bed.
Ana follows the warmth of his body, rolling over to cuddle into him. It's only when Tim sits up that Ana hears his phone ringing.
" 's Genny" Tim groans, his voice rough from sleep.
Ana curls her head onto his lap, sleepily playing with his shirt while he answers the phone.
"what's up?" Tim asks, answering the phone.
"dad died" Genny tells him over the phone.
Tim drops his phone out of shock and it hits Ana on the head.
"ow" Ana pouts, rubbing her forehead and sitting up.
Her eyes fall to the phone before looking up at her boyfriend, who has frozen and is staring ahead.
"Tim? Tim?" Ana asks, now getting worried.
She crawls into his lap, trying to snap him out of his frozen state.
"Tim?! Tim?!" Ana hears Genny yelling through the phone.
Ana grabs the phone.
"Genny, what'd you tell him?" Ana asks.
"our dad died" Genny admits.
"oh" Ana whispers.
"is Tim okay?" Genny asks.
"um, no, let me call you back, yeah?" Ana requests.
"yeah, okay" Genny agrees, trusting Ana with Tim.
"Tim, babe, look at me" Ana pleads, cupping his face in her hands.
A stray tear falls down his cheek.
"Tim, it's okay, Tim, babe, please, look at me" Ana begs, starting to panic now.
Hearing Ana start to panic snaps him out of his daze and his eyes snap to her.
"hey, hey" Ana tenses when he looks at her, stroking his cheeks with her hands. "you're okay, it's okay"
"he's dead" Tim whispers.
"he can't hurt you anymore, he can't hurt anyone anymore" Ana promises.
Tim doesn't respond, instead hugging her. Ana strokes his head as he cries into her shoulder, just holding him.
[Time Skip]
"hey, you're up early" Ana murmurs, entering the kitchen around 5 am to see Tim in the kitchen.
Once Tim sees Ana, he goes about making her mocha.
"how are you feeling?" Ana asks, softly.
"hold this" Tamara rushes out, pushing a piece of paper into Tim's hand.
"what's this?" Tim asks, starting to uncrumple the paper.
"no, no, don't look at it, just... hold onto it" Tamara shakes her head.
"what is it?" Tim inquires, slipping the piece of paper back into his pocket.
"my exam score" Tamara admits. "I was hoping that Lucy could come over tonight and we could all look at it together"
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Altruism | Part Four : Love
Acción"Let me be your light at the end of the tunnel" - Ana Cabrera Ana Cabrera is a Cuban immigrant. She lives in a three bedroom apartment with her grandparents and is a rookie starting in the LAPD. This is Part Four. To find Part One, follow this link...
