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"Feliz Año Nuevo, Julieta." As always his daughter had prepared a feast, and it all looked delicious.

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"Mi amor, the one who is always injured is here." Pedro said with a sly smile, he had to tease his daughter a little.

Poor Agustín, Pedro had put the fear of God into the boy the first time they had met when he had come to take Julieta out, but the boy was still coming around, despite all that.

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"We all are, Julieta." She doesn't mean to be short, but she feels like her life is ending, one tragedy at a time. First Mirabel's gift (or lack thereof), and now Bruno?

“We should’ve been better sisters, I should have been a better sister, while he was still—”

The thunder threatens to drown her out, but her tears win the battle, the sounds of her weeping louder than any weather she could produce. She shouldn’t think like this, it’s not healthy for anybody, but it’s harder to think of clear skies when she’s lost one of the most important people in her life. A piece of her, a face she can’t carve out of the door (or the family tree on the wall, or her heart) as much as she would like to.

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What is Pepa supposed to say to this? What is she ever supposed to be able to say to this?

"Julieta.." Her voice is quiet, a gentle hand sliding up to her sister's shoulder. Comfort has never been her strong suit, but she only has one thought as she does this; we can't have another Bruno.

She can already feel flakes fluttering onto her ears, so she takes a step back to spare her sister. "Is there anything I can do?"

Bruno hears these words and instantly forgets anything but the current task: to support the sister who never, ever calls attention to her own complaints. That alone is sufficient cause for alarm, and his full and undivided attention.

"Okay, hermanita. I hear you."

He takes her hands and guides her to sitting in his own favorite armchair.

"Here's what we do. We think about how you can feel better right now, and make it happen. And that's it. All the rest'll fall into place. No, I'm not gonna even take a peek forward. This'll be true no matter what, you know?"

Thumbs caress her knuckles.

Bruno bunts his forehead against Julieta's.

"How do you always know, huh? Is it cause we shared the same womb at the same time, or some mystical explanation like that?"

He smiles, meeting her eyes furtively.

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