#Sonyamary fanfiction

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Havana 6

If Marya’s house was big, the Bolkonsky’s was a mansion. Sonya wasn’t quite sure what did and didn’t count as a mansion, but if there was one in Atlanta, this was it.

It was raining. That was okay. Sonya liked the rain, especially if it was a hot May day like today. There was something so oppressive and lonely about a dry heat, and Sonya wasn’t lonely often. She liked being alone, too. Lonely rainy days like this were perfect.

Of course, the reason she was knocking at the door of Mary’s house was that she’d rather not be alone at this particular moment.

There was a shining black car in the driveway. That was new. Sonya didn’t think Mary‘s father would be the type to drive, nor to let his daughter do so. It wasn’t quite like it mattered to her, since Mary’s face would appear in the doorway in three, two-

“Come in! Now, it’s very important!”

The door shut, what seemed like an inch behind Sonya’s back. Was it just her, or was the Bolkonsky house quieter, more somber than usual? Some of the lights were dimmer, she realized, and Mary’s old things were no longer scattered across bureaus and tables. What had Petya said about that? “The cleaner a house is, the more it looks like a funeral.” That might’ve been it. Sonya smiled to herself. Petya was always saying-

“What?”

Mary’s voice was hushed, her face even more anxious than usual.

“Oh, nothing, I-”

“C’mon. Let’s go in my bedroom, we can talk there.”

“Why can’t we talk out here? No one can-”

“Mary?”

A man entered from the hallway, a pained grimace on his face. He was shorter, with intensely dark eyes and a look about him that just made him seem a bit taller than he actually was. The young man’s furrowed brow betrayed that he didn’t actually know who Sonya was, but she knew him well: Andrey Bolkonsky, back from the war. His leg was wrapped in a bandage, and Sonya wondered how he’d got down the stairs.

“Mashka, who’s this? I heard noises, and-”

“Oh, don’t mind that! Andrey, you remember Sonya, don’t you? Now you should go back upstairs, which is where we- come on-”

And before Sonya even knew what was happening, they were in her plain white room. And by plain, she meant plain. The whirlwind of information and activity that had led up to this moment stood in a startling contrast to the complete stillness that surrounded the girls now, accompanied only by the soft sounds of… crying?

“I’m sorry,” Mary sniffed from her bed. “I just don’t know what to do, and well, you saw him! And father’s not going to help, so I’ve got to do it on my own and it gets so lonely, but I shouldn’t have asked you to come, I-”

“I know,” Sonya said, taking her girlfriend into her arms. If she knew anything about anything, it was comforting people, whether it be her cousin or Mary. “I know. It’s okay that you called me. I want to be here for you.”

Mary sniffed again, looking up at Sonya. “You do?”

In way of an answer, she gave Mary a small kiss on the forehead. It happened pretty often, but it was so sweet every time it lasted longer than it needed to.

“I love you, Kotenok. I really do.”

And Mary, still in Sonya’s arms, muttered a quite I love you too into her chest, which seemed like it would burst from that soft and simple happiness.

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