THEY. ARE. KILLING. ME. BUT. IT'S. OK. CAUSE. IT'S. THEM.
"how'd it go?"
Gloria asks as she sees Maritza entering the kitchen
"good, she's on her way to pick up Juliana from the hospital. And she might keep me too, but she wants to meet me first"
Maritza says quietly with a small frown on her face
"that's good mami, your daughter is safe you're not going back to Lisa why you look upset?"
Gloria asks immediately noticing her daughter's frown, Maritza finishes chopping some vegetables and looks up to Gloria with glassy eyes
"I don't know if I should tell you, but I'm really fucking scared"
"of going out there?"
Gloria asks
"no, uhm Flaca. She- her mother lost a baby"
Maritza chokes out, Gloria's eyes widen in horror
"and I'm really scared she's going to start... hurting herself again"
Maritza says her eyebrows furrowed as she let out a soft sob and looked at her mother hoping to get some good advice from her
"where is she now?"
Gloria asks after a few seconds
"the chapel"
"can you take care of the kitchen for a few minutes?"
"yeah sure, why"
Maritza asks as she goes back to cutting vegetables
"Imma go talk to her"
Gloria says before quickly removing her hairnet and her apron
"don't make it obvious that I told you? please"
Maritza asks
"got you"
Gloria replies as she hurried out of the kitchen and fast walked towards the chapel
she slowly went in to find the tall Latina down on her knees, her eyes closed and her forehead resting on the top rail of the chair in front of her, tears cascading down her cheeks and her fingers linked together.
"hey you"
Gloria softly says as she takes a seat next to Flaca trying her best not to startle the girl
"hey"
Flaca weakly replies as she gets up from her knees and takes a seat next to Gloria
"this is gonna be a very dumb question but are you ok?"
Gloria asks giving a quick glance over to Flaca and then looking at the altar.
"no, my sister is dead. And I didn't even get to meet her."
Flaca says after a soft sob that left her lips as she rested her head on Gloria's shoulder for comfort
"yeah, I would tell you that Jesus needed another flower, but that's bullshit"
Gloria says taking Flaca's hand in hers and gently caressing it
"everything was going well, she was healthy. Then the doctors gave my mom the cure and it effected the baby, and they didn't tell her"
Flaca explains in short.
"I'm really sorry mija, but it will get better."
Gloria assures her
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she loves me, she loves me not
Fanfictioneveryone knows they're in love, except them. Maritza Ramos and Marisol "Flaca" Gonzales have been friends since the day they met at Litchfield. something changed when the 2 shared a drunken kiss on Valentine's day a couple of months before being sep...
