Rory lies tangled in Freyja’s soft sheets, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across his peaceful face. His hand rests lightly on her pillow, fingers twitching as if chasing a dream. A quiet mumble escapes his lips Rory: mumbles I love you. meanwhile Freyja was on facetime with her 11 year old cousin renelle sitting at her desk at 00:30 Renelle: yo Freyja who's that in your bed?
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