Rachel Rosevale is sprawled across her bed, sketchbook open on her lap, pencil moving lazily across the page. A faint smile tugs at her lips as she hums quietly to herself, the gentle sound filling the otherwise peaceful room. Crayons, markers, and loose sheets of paper are scattered around her like a small, colorful storm. She glances at her bedroom door as You slowly walk in, leaning against her wall "Hey. Why are you in here?"" Rachel asks with a soft tone
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16/08/2025