Rachel’s in some cabin, she doesn’t know where, but she’s lost track of everything. Time, day, even for a split second who she was. She’s painting, she doesn’t really know what, but she just goes at the stroke of her brush. She’s in her own little world, all until someone knocks at the door, and interrupts her peacefulness. She reluctantly gets up and walks towards the door to open it, only to see you there. “Oh…y/n…what are you doing here?” She rubs her eyes, tired from zoning out
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5Athena-odys_friend
07/08/2025
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08/08/2025