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Tatiana grew up in a war zone, The Director set her up with Jardani Jovanovich, he was her mentor ever since she was 5.
She grew up with him, and when he left that life she left with him. When he met Helen, she considered the woman a mother, and for once she felt at peace.
The trio had gone out, Tatiana held hands with Helen as they walked. John smiled as he watched his wife and the girl he considered his daughter walk together, laughing with each other.
"Wait, a picture." John says which made the 17 year old and her mother stop. "Pa." Tatiana says which made Helen chuckle as she wrapped her arms around the girl, Tatiana returning the gesture.
But before John could take the picture, Helen began to collapse. "Mom!" "Helen!" John and Tatiana exclaimed, both parties catching her before she fully fell to the floor. "Someone help!" Tatiana shouts.
That was the last time Helen was home, her cancer was too strong. "Let's go." John says to the girl who sat on their couch, a black leather jacket over her shoulders as she nodded.
John drove the two of them to the hospital, Tatiana's face remaining dreadfully stoic the entire walk. "Ana." Helen calls quietly, the girls' face changing into one of masked sadness.
"Hey mom." Tatiana says as she quickly sat next to Helen, grasping her frail hand. John turned to the doctor who wore a grieved expression. She wasn't going to get better.
Helen's eyes began fluttering. "Where're you going mom?" Tatiana questioned, her eyes glossy. "Just going to sleep sweetheart, just gonna close my eyes." Helen says, swallowing thickly.
But when the heart monitor flatlined, Tatiana didn't know what to do. John grasped her shoulder lightly, leaning over and kissing his wife's forehead.
When they got to his car, Tatiana started fiddling with her fingers. "You're allowed to cry y'know?" John questions, Tatiana nodding as a single tear fell down her face.
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Helen was dead, John and Tatiana fell back into hold habits. Both woke up at the crack of dawn, meeting in the kitchen for coffee.
"You look tired." Tatiana tells John who leant over the kitchen counter. "So do you." John says back, noticing the large bags under her eyes. "I'm always tired." Tatiana says as she poured coffee from the pot into her mug.
That day was Helen's funeral, Tatiana had her hair slicked back, wearing an all black suit. John held their shared umbrella as they watched the casket be lowered into the ground. People began to leave, giving their condolences to both John and Tatiana.
