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If Sonja had known the entire trouble of travel she would have had to go through in order to be with Raskolnikov, she might have reconsidered and stayed with her family. It was tiring, stressing, and overall a little troublesome. She loved the man she followed but her mind was young, naive, and innocent. She did not know the world as he did. She came from a small community in Europe where her parents and sister lived and other various sorts of friends she had acquired over her short life. Raskolnikov had come in to destroy that and she would never be the same. She had a passion for him she had yet to experience but over the last few months, she realized she may not have gotten her fairy tale ending.
They had arrived a few weeks ago and it became easier when she was off the sea. Her parents had spoken of the country they visited before she was born, perhaps where she was conceived, but she could not fathom the idea she was standing in it. To her, they were just traveling.
Sonja strayed from her lover's side long enough to look at something, get a momentary bit of space from him, before he called for her. Like a child, she obeyed with a little frustration but showed up on his side eagerly. Her love was strong for him and she knew she would not part his side, even if he did not give her the attention she wanted. She still pictured him as her knight in shining armor, the type of troublesome boy her parents would not approve of (and whom she had gathered her father to be like when her parents fell in love for the first time). She was simply following in her mother's footsteps. She was her mother's daughter through and through.
The young woman put a smile on her face as he spoke, apologizing in her native tongue, and she could not help but wag her tail that dangle behind her. Her hand reached up to touch his arm as if nothing was wrong, as if they just had the vacation of their dreams. "Esaurito," she admitted and her tired eyes found his before she glanced around to see where they were going. "E voi?" she asked with concern in her voice.
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