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rachelbflynn:

A tiny laugh escapes from Rachel’s pursed lips at Nina’s joy, and even though this conversation has been incredibly difficult and painful, there’s still something beautiful about this moment. Nina looks so relieved, so grateful, and it warms her right through. “I know,” she breathes out, a smile tugging at her own lips. Nina’s mother deserved her second chance at life, even if her daughter hadn’t been there to live it with her, although Rachel is determined that this time they’ll both be okay. They’ll be able to spend more time together, without having the constant fear and presumption of grief darkening happier moments.

The redhead’s attention is once more completely focused on the woman in front of her. Her eyebrows are pulled together slightly, lips pursed, gaze shifting across her girlfriend’s face as if she’s trying to memorize her features. “It’s going to be different, Nina. Things are already changing, people have changed. It makes no logical sense for it to happen the same way again, and even if I won’t let it happen. I’ll keep you safe this time.” She reaches up, her thumb brushing against Nina’s cheek before she leans in, hoping that Nina can feel her resolve in the kiss.

“-but you always have, Rach,” Nina protested, taking the other girl’s hand in hers and squeezing it tightly, purposefully, as she spoke. “What happened-” or what didn’t happen or what could have happened, what could still happen, God, she didn’t know how on Earth to describe it but who would? Who could find the words to describe such a phenomenon? “- you couldn’t have changed anything. Don’t think I don’t know you would have done it if there was something to be done. Of course you would have,” she insisted with emphasis. “You’ve always kept me safe, Rachel. You’ve always kept me sane and loved and happier than I’ve ever been,” she continued without hesitation, kissing the back of her girlfriend’s hand now, “-and we’ll do everything to stay that way, I’ll do what I can, I know you will too but if-” her voice broke now, “If it all ends up the same, Rachel, you must promise me you won’t blame yourself,” she practically demanded it, in fact. “You must,” she repeated, echoing her own words as tears filled her eyes once again.

#rachel.

rachelbflynn:

At Nina’s reassurance, the anxiety that had been bubbling up within her fades slightly. Although the only indicator was perhaps her posture, maybe a slight crease in her forehead, Nina’s warm tone is as effective as hot water poured over ice. There was just something about Nina Heilig that always had the ability to soften the sometimes cold redhead.

Nothing had prepared Rachel for what had waited for her upon waking up after the fire. No amount of studying or planning could fix what had happened, neither the physical damage or the horrific losses of two of the best people that Darkwood had to offer. And although she had come a long way, been guided by truly wonderful people, nearly everything about her life had changed in just a few minutes time. Still, Nina’s praise causes her lips to tilt up in a smile. “You were in my dedication. It wasn’t finished, but you were there,” she finds herself saying before really planning to, a soft look on her face as she takes a moment to study the woman in front of her. The way her face lights up when’s impressed, how she’s able to be so open and loving despite it all.

Rachel watches the realization hit Nina, and she nods firmly. “Your Mum.” The woman that Nina had spent years taking care of, a lifetime loving so much, and who despite a supposed terminal illness had outlived her only child. “A few months after the fire, she started getting better. I can’t remember if it was a new treatment, or some sort of experimental medication, but at least in my 2021, your mum was doing really well. Missing you, always, but alive and healthy.” The words bring to mind years worth of visits, the two of them sitting across from each other and catching up. A visit never passed where they didn’t talk about her, where they didn’t reflect on how much they missed Nina and what had made them love her when she was still with them. And Rachel still can’t get over how unfair it was, for Nina’s mother to have gotten better, but to have lost her daughter before the two of them could enjoy the extra time. All she can do is hope that this time it is different, and do everything in her power to make it happen.

The mention of Rachel’s dedication made Nina’s heart flutter and skip a beat or two, she was sure of it. You were there. The words echoed in her mind as she tried to picture Rachel Flynn, almost a decade from now.

It was those two words, as simple as they were that shattered Nina’s resolve, causing her steely facade to crumble right in front of Rachel’s very eyes. “I can’t believe it,” she admitted, choking on her words as tears filled her eyes and overwhelming joy pulled her lips into a smile, despite her struggle to maintain composure. “God, thank God, I can’t believe it, Rach,” she uttered impulsively. She’d never been much for the church, she didn’t even know if she believed in God but the knowledge that despite their hardship, despite all of the specialists assuring them their situation was hopeless, Nina’s mother had survived, she’d thrived even. She pressed her hand against her chest, as if it was the only thing keeping her heart from leaping out of place. She sniffled through tears then, a laugh passing her lips without restraint as she silently scolded herself for getting so bloody emotional so bloody quickly when she’d been so put together for a good ten minutes or so.

“What does it mean for us now then?” she asked, almost desperately. “I don’t understand it,” she confessed though she was certain that much was plainly obvious to Rachel. “Does it happen again, just the same way or will it be different now that we know what’s coming? I don’t know,” she didn’t know, couldn’t know and she couldn’t expect Rachel to know either but it didn’t stop her from asking the question.

#rachel.

mxvirani:

@nina-heilig

mx had taken part in his fair share of strange conversations in and out of out of darkwood but he hadn’t ever had to talk about two different people rising from the dead in detail. there was so much that they didn’t know, that they would never understand. he still saw george as some great capture of innocence and youth, someone to be spared from the tragedies of life barring his own death and yet nina… she was different. how did he know that it wouldn’t be grief that she felt if she ever learned of his own demise? it was the disappointment he could not cope with, he had seen it a thousand times. his mouth was still dry, his heart fast in his chest reminding him of an existence he could never have bargained or prepared for. as he drew closer to her door he reminded himself how strange things really were. none of it made sense… not that anything had EVER made much sense to him.

he knocks the door and waits for an answer, an opening. fingers through dark hair, “yeah, uh, hey, this is a pretty weird situation.” he jokes.

“Hiya,” Nina greeted warmly, despite the circumstances, moving to wrap her arms around MX and pull him into a squeezy embrace, the moment the door had opened wide enough for her to do so. It was a weird situation indeed, one that the brunette wasn’t convinced she had successfully managed to process yet. “Come in before you catch your death,” she sounded like her mother when she spoke about the cold though the irony of her own words, given the circumstances, was lost on her. She inhaled sharply and offered a soft laugh when she finally processed the male’s words, “I was sort of hoping you’d come over to tell me it was all some kind of an odd joke,” she admitted, though the hope had worn very thin by now. “Can I make you a cuppa?” she would make herself one anyway, anything to distract her from the situation at hand.

#MX.

MX: hey

Nina: we need a chat, yeah? why don't you come round for a bit, i'll pop the kettle on x

#MX.#texts;

rachelbflynn:

“Yes. We didn’t want one of you to know before the other, given how,” she trails off, the words not coming. There didn’t appear to be a right way to say given how closely tied your deaths were. Any unease at her inability to continue the sentence disappears as Nina’s fingertips press into her thigh. She’s quick to place her own hand over the other woman’s, to squeeze it in an attempt to provide whatever comfort she can. “I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to,” the redhead reassures, and she means it. Her mother won’t be home until tomorrow evening, and if sitting on this couch together and talking will make Nina feel even the slightest bit better, then that’s exactly what they’ll do.

There is no way to answer Nina’s question truthfully without telling her more about the fire, and although the words are difficult to get out, she doesn’t hold onto them for long. “I lost my sight in the fire,” she explains, gaze shifting to the television that’s muted in front of them, lips pursed. “It took me two years to even start to get adjusted, to figure out how to navigate everything when so much had changed.” There were the physical adjustments, of course, but a great deal of that time had also been spent coping with her grief and the reality that Nina was really gone somewhere that she couldn’t follow. “And then I just tried to do what we’d talked about. I found a PhD studentship that I was passionate about, a supervisor who ensured there was proper funding for the assistive tech I’d need. I was supposed to be arguing my thesis soon.” Rachel doesn’t mention finding Mx on his apartment floor, the subsequent breakdown; the fact that she hardly ever made it to a second date when she finally tried dating again three and a half years after the fire. Instead, she tries to think of something that will bring Nina a bit of joy. “I got a service dog, named him Mac. Whenever I came back to Darkwood, we’d go and visit your Mum. She loves him.” Her use of present tense is intentional, and her blue eyes shift to Nina, waiting to see if or when the realization will hit her.

Nina nodded her head in understanding. It was a situation beyond basic comprehension but at the very least, she could understand wanting to break bad news to two different people at the same time, lest they have to deal with feeling like the last to know on top of everything else. “Course I don’t,” she encouraged warmly. There were few occasions on God’s green earth why Nina Heilig wouldn’t want Rachel Flynn’s company and this was certainly not one of them. Not only did she want Rachel to stay, she was more or less convinced she needed her to.

A soft gasp left Nina’s lips, her breath stripped from her lungs as she imagined a world where Rachel had suffered so, so much. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair and it made her heart ache. ‘My God, Rach, I can’t imagine it,” she confessed empathetically. She’d seen her mother through quality of life adjustments, through rehabilitative processes but she couldn’t imagine Rachel doing the same and worse, she couldn’t imagine Rachel doing the same without her. As Rachel continued, Nina’s grief subsided and a small smile pulled the corner of her lips as she gazed at the other girl in pure admiration. “Can’t say I’m surprised by that, I can’t,” she assured the other girl, “Anyone would be lucky to take even a small bit of credit for the things your mind comes up with,” academics existed in a world beyond Nina’s capabilities but that didn’t mean she couldn’t understand the value in Rachel’s work.

She chuckled at the image of Rachel, Mac and her Mum all together, probably with a cuppa sat in front of each of them, her Mum sneaking biscuits to the dog because she just couldn’t resist a cute face and never had. If they’d had more time and energy to look after a puppy between them, Nina was sure the Heilig’s would have a dog of their own. Then it struck her. Seven years. Seven years and Rachel was still visiting her mother. How? “My Mum?” she pointed to herself as if she’d misheard Rachel the first time.

#rachel.

rachelbflynn:

Nina’s hand comes to rest on her knee, and the redhead closes her eyes, a small breath escaping her lips. Even now, as the world likely feels as if it’s falling apart around her, the woman before her is thinking of someone else, of her. “I did,” she replies, voice small, opening up her eyes and once more focusing her gaze on Nina. Rachel honestly doesn’t know what would have happened if she hadn’t had academics to focus on; she’s almost frightened to think of it. Still, although she’d made it to Oxford like they’d always planned, it hadn’t been the same. Every time she had woken up in her too-big bed (they were finally going to have a double, a proper bed with enough room for Nina’s cat and maybe a dog somewhere down the line, their own place that they shared together), she’d been reminded of how different things were than what they’d hoped for.

“George didn’t know, but he should now. MX was supposed to tell him tonight,” she explains, and wishes there was more that she could do. “You don’t have to say anything, Nina. I know that there’s no there’s no precedent for this. But I’m here, for whatever you need. Whether that be answers to your questions, or just to sit with you. Or if you need your space, I can I can give you that too.” The last sentence comes out a bit less steady than those that had come before, but she makes an effort to compose herself before continuing. “Whatever you need from me, Nina, it’s yours.” The words aren’t enough, she isn’t sure if anything could be enough to lessen the sting of finding out you’d died and the people you loved had kept on living, but she’s willing to do whatever it is Nina needs.

“It’s no surprise, is it?” she assured the other girl, a delicate smile gently tugging at her lips as she balanced pride and affection with grief and devastation. It was a tricky lot of emotions to juggle all at once, leaving Nina with an odd, sick feeling in her stomach that she couldn’t quite describe, even if she had wanted to.

She digested the words, nodding thoughtfully with her eyes slightly glassy, her mind evidently occupied for the time being. “You both decided it then, for tonight?” she reasoned, connecting the dots between Rachel’s sudden admission and the fact that MX had sought to do the same with George Carmichael that very evening. “No don’t go, please don’t,” she insisted, her fingertips pressing lightly into the flesh of Rachel’s thigh, as if she had been about to speed away, with or without Nina’s encouragement. She remained silent after that, taking a deep breath in as her thoughts ran away, consuming her mind like the fire that had engulfed the bakery. Then she found herself grounded in the moment, the weight of her own body against the cushioned fabric of the couch, the tickle of shifting air against her arms since she’d chucked her jumper off, the warmth of Rachel’s skin. “Tell me about it,” she requested, though she left little room for denial in her tone, “I want to hear about everything you did- everything you’ve done,” she explained though she didn’t know quite how to word it.

#rachel.

✉ TEXT → OPEN ✉

CYRELLE: one direction boy available, free to a good home.

CYRELLE: or any home. just get it out of mine.

NINA: if you promise to never ever tell a soul that this conversation happened...i might be interested

NINA: i mean a friend of mine might be interested 😳

NINA: sod it...i want your harry for shameful fangirling reasons and i will absolutely accept any and all justified pisstaking for it

#cyrelle.#texts;

rachelbflynn:

It’s not even close to September yet, love. And of course Nina’s right, but Rachel can still feel the time slipping through her fingers so much faster than she knows how to cope with. Not to mention the fact that with the new fires and the damage that they’ve already done, there’s no saying they’re even working with the same timeline as before. “I know that it’s confusing, Nina. None of it makes any sense, but,” she trails off, struggling to find the right words and unsure if Nina’s arm around her shoulder is making things easier or much more difficult.

“There was a fire in Darkwood. You and George didn’t make it. But for me, for Mx and August and Cyrelle, seven years passed.” It’s a short sentence, one that can’t even begin to capture the way that things fell apart after that event, how the world may have kept turning but for some of them it didn’t really feel that way. Now isn’t the right moment to tell Nina all that had happened, however, when this alone was so hard to take in. “And then towards the end of February, I went to sleep in my student house in Oxford, in 2021, and woke up the next morning here, in Darkwood. In 2014, in my twenty-one year old body.” In a body that, when she opened her eyes, allowed her to watch as the light slipped through the crack in her curtains.

“And when I called your number you picked up. After seven years of calling and hoping I’d hear your voice, even though I knew that the best I might get was your old voicemail recording, you picked up and everything was just like it used to be before it all went wrong.” As much as she had been tempted to look away during the entirety of her explanation, Rachel had forced herself to keep her gaze settled on Nina’s face, but it quickly drops to her lap as she attempts to keep her tears at bay now that she’s not distracted in her attempt at an explanation. It takes her a few seconds, but then she tilts her chin up, wanting the woman across from her to be able to see that there wasn’t a trace of doubt or insincerity to her words. The expression that she wears is vulnerable and above all honest, her eyes searching Nina’s face for something that she can’t name.

Nina’s brow furrowed instinctively, a combination of confusion and concern tugging her features into all sorts of awkward positions as she tried to understand the words she was hearing. Rachel mosty certainly wasn’t the type for pranks and childish games and the like and even if she had been, she would never joke about the death of a loved one, certainly not Nina, she thought. So, if she was being serious then, what did it all mean?

Her lips parted to speak but no more than a feeble fraction of an exhale manage to make its way past her tongue as Rachel continued. Seven years. “I don’t know what to say t’you Rach,” she confessed and it was true. Despite the fact that often enough, Nina was prone to talking the heads off of the people around her, on this particular occasion she could barely string a word and a half together in any meaningful way. “Oxford,” she repeated and her eyes widened, “Oxford? You got in?” she asked, with a hand against Rachel’s knee. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe that Rachel was capable of such a thing, in fact she’d always expected great heights for her girlfriend but to hear that it had actually come true- in a sense, she supposed- still managed to knock the wind from her lungs.

Then Rachel continued, reminding Nina that in this apparent future of Rachel’s, she had ceased to exist outside the constraints of her memorial. How was it that Rachel hadn’t said anything sooner? Or MX, or Cyrelle? How had they held their tongues and allowed Nina to make an ignorant fool of herself? She supposed they didn’t want to hurt her- but had it worked? Not really. Had it lessened the blow? She supposed she would never know. “I have to believe that you’re telling me the truth, I know you wouldn’t lie to my face,” she insisted, “-but I’m- it’s not easy, Rach, is it?” she asked rhetorically, “What can I say? My head’s gone,” she confessed, feeling like she had lost her mind entirely. “I’m- I’m here, I’ve not gon anywhere- but you say you’ve all lived seven years without me I just- how? How can it be and George- he’s not said a word to me, not like that- does he not know?”

#rachel.

a nina heilig + rachel flynn aesthetic ♡

#rachel.

a nina heilig aesthetic ♡

text: open

zeki: weird question

zeki: do you have a spare wrench

nina: erm is that a spanner? a thing for tightening bolts n all that?

nina: sorry lol can you tell am not much of a handyman??

nina: either way we've got plenty of tools at the cafe you can borrow. Come round n I'll give you a hand x

#zeki.#texts;

rachelbflynn:

Nina’s fingers are gentle on her face, and her laugh is so soft and light that as much as it breaks her heart, she knows that she really does need to tell her. She needs to do everything in her power to keep history from repeating itself, because if anyone deserves more moments like this, it’s her girlfriend. “Yes,” she answers softly, and a sad smile rises to her lips as she shifts so that she’s sitting up a bit straighter.

“That nightmare I told you about wasn’t a nightmare.” Perhaps it’s a strange place to start, but there’s no instruction manual or textbook for this and Rachel’s always been better with guidance. This, however, is something that she knows she has to do on her own. “On September 23rd, 2014, there’s a fire. I can’t remember how it started or where it was, but we were there. George, Jesse, myself, and you. You were there too.” The redhead is stiff, the softness of the previous moment (her body bending delicately so that she could be closer to the girl in her lap) so different to the way she’s physically bracing herself now. “I tried to save you. I really, really tried, Nina, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t save you and I’ve spent the last seven years desperately hoping that I could go back and change things and now I get that chance.” The Flynn women weren’t prone to tears, but she can feel them threatening to make an appearance, and yet she attempts to force them down. Nina didn’t need her tears, she needed to know what they were up against, and how determined Rachel was to keep her safe.

In her lap, Nina could feel the shift in Rachel’s posture, the way her back became rigid and her muscles taut in only a fraction of a second. She didn’t know why but she could sense something unsaid weighing on the other girl’s mind; since when had Rachel been so reserved when it came to speaking her thoughts with Nina? She found herself growing a little worried then.

“What?” was all Nina could manage to utter as she sat up, slowly at first but then with more purpose as Rachel continued and Nina grew increasingly confused by her girlfriend’s tone of voice as much as she found herself confused by the words she was saying. “It’s not even close to September yet, love- what do you mean?” she asked, an arm snaking affectionately around the other girl’s shoulders to comfort her as she spoke with such sincerity, despite how certain Nina was that Rachel’s words were impossible. “I don’t understand you, Rach, I don’t know what you mean,” she confessed and it was a sentiment that was rarely expressed during heart to heart conversations. Sure, Nina rarely completely understood what they were on about when Rachel and Cyrelle got into the bones of the Universe and all its’ meaning but when it came to discussions like this, she usually knew where she stood. Now, however, she found herself lost, perhaps more lost than she’d ever felt in trying to sympathise with the red head.

#rachel.#oooof #my heartttt

rachelbflynn:

They’d had plenty of conversations like this one before. The two of them weren’t afraid to discuss big things, things with no set answer (even if that fact sometimes drove the redhead up the wall). Perhaps it was Mx’s influence, but at some point, it had even been a bit of a game between them. She’s grateful for this, grateful that she can get confirmation of what Nina wants without the other woman becoming immediately concerned.

Something passes over Nina’s features, not quite a furrow between her brows but perhaps something similar, and the redhead resists the urge to smooth it down with gentle fingers. She can’t help but to feel like Nina’s thoughts have strayed to her mother, and she wants so badly to reassure her that the woman will be okay. Perhaps after this she’ll be able to. A small weight seems to be lifted at Nina’s response, and Rachel nods, her voice slightly muddled as she utters a, “Yeah, that’s right.” If Rachel had been completely unaware that she could lose Nina, who was to say the exact same thing wouldn’t have happened again? At least now she has some idea of what’s coming and how to possibly prevent it.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” she admits, lips tugged down into a slight frown. “On the one hand, you’re right. If you don’t know, then you can’t try, can’t possibly change things. But the minute I get something in my head, I just start obsessing over it. I guess I’d be afraid that I’d spend all of my time worrying about things instead of enjoying what I had.” She thinks back to the campout, to hushed conversations and hounding the police department secretary for answers, wasting precious time with Nina and Mx.

Unaware of the weight of her girlfriend’s words, Nina cracked a smile, a soft laugh passing over her lips with ease as she reached up to brush her knuckles affectionately against the underside of Rachel’s jaw. Of course she would, Nina thought. She knew Rachel well and knew that once the redhead had her mind set on something, it was difficult to steer her in any other direction, try as Nina might. “I know that much,” she teased playfully, it was no secret that Nina was intimately aware of Rachel’s nature, for better or worse, it was a part of their relationship that bound them so closely to one another.

“-and maybe you would,” she concurred, “-but the heart has a funny way of telling the mind to shut up sometimes and rightfully so,” she mused knowingly, with plenty of first hand experience in her back pocket. “Don’t you have those moments where you just forget everything else in the world?” most of those moments in Nina’s life, in fact, were with the girl whose lap she’d curled into so comfortably that evening. She wondered if Rachel was aware of the fact and it made her smile to herself. Nina would spend the rest of her life making it known, the impact Rachel had on her, if it remained unclear for any reason.

#rachel.#iM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE #i didnt see it

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#muse;

ohfawna:

“I truly find myself clinging to the little things in life lately,” Fawna spoke, how could one not when they were forced to relive seven years of their life feeling like an entirely different person? “Like all the ice cream never let myself enjoy before in case I, God forbid, put on half a pound. Why did no one ever tell me how good Cherry Garcia is?”

Nina smiled warmly at Fawna’s words, though she couldn’t help but wonder if they provided some semblance of an explanation for the other girl’s warm and humble attitude as of late. Whatever the cause, Nina thought, it was a welcome shift and she hoped that it made Fawna feel better too. She chuckled, however, at just how enthused her friend had become over a scoop of ice cream, “I’ve never had it, you know,” she confessed. Nina considered herself the adventurous type to some extent but admittedly, when it came to ice cream, she was fairly set in her ways. She looked at the scoop of mint chocolate in her own cup then, “If you could invent an ice cream flavour of anything in the world, what would you pick?”

#fawna.

rachelbflynn:

Rachel takes a moment to be grateful that her twenty-one year old body has a relatively high alcohol tolerance, because despite needing a few glasses of wine to get through leading the dancing at the barn dance, her head feels fine. Or rather, she doesn’t have a hangover, just a tension headache from what she knows has to happen. She had promised Mx that she would tell Nina after the dance, and there’s no use waiting any longer. As anxious as she is to be the one to do it, and at the possible outcomes, Nina deserves the truth. Withholding things has been difficult, even if she’s been doing it in the hopes of protecting her.

The brunette has her head resting in Rachel’s lap, the redhead running her fingers absentmindedly through her girlfriend’s hair as they lay on the couch. Her mother is at a conference in London, so they have the small apartment to themselves, and although some program is playing on the television in front of them, Rachel stopped paying attention half an hour ago. Her fingers pause in Nina’s hair, and she swallows, allowing herself another moment to enjoy this. To enjoy what it was like before Nina knew, when she could pretend that she’d never lost her, and might not have to lose her again. The moment doesn’t last nearly long enough, but she continues anyway. “Nina, if you had the chance to learn about something bad before it happened, but still might not be able to prevent it from happening, would you want to know?” Her voice is soft, and she keeps her gaze on the woman below her.

@nina-heilig

Naturally, Nina didn’t take Rachel’s question in seriousness at all. She thought of it as something like a game or like the Trolley Problem or something similar. “Hmm, would I?” she hummed pensively, taking a moment or so to digest her girlfriend’s words and carefully consider her own answer to the question. She pursed her lips, her brow slightly furrowed as she looked up at Rachel, finding it easy to admire the other girl no matter what angle from which she was looking at her.

She thought about her mother then, did she wish she didn’t know about her terminal illness? About her impending fate and the limited time they had together? Though it was obviously troubling to think about, with it came a unique appreciation for her mother’s presence. Nina had become quicker to reply to text messages and she never let her mother’s calls go to voice mail. She never skipped the opportunity to make dinner for her Mum, nor spend the evening on the couch, watching the movies she’d loved as a child together. It was an odd dichotomy she supposed; that the knowledge of looming tragedy had also inspired so many new moments of joy.

“I suppose if you don’t know, you can’t try and if you can’t try you can’t succeed, isn’t that right?” she mused philosophically, wholly unaware of the sincerity in Rachel’s line of questioning. “So, I think it’s better to know in the end,” she offered casually, “Then at least you can do whatever you can, leading up to it,” she explained, still thinking of her mother. “Would you?” she asked then. If it was a game of thought experiments they were playing, it was only fair that Rachel have to conjure an answer too.

#rachel.

do you feel loved?

“I feel loved. I know I’m loved and I feel it. From my Mum, my girlfriend, my friends and from myself. I think that last one is the really tricky one, isn’t it? If you don’t feel love from yourself, you can’t feel love from others because if you can’t find a reason to love you, how can you possibly justify anybody else’s reasons? I think that’s true, anyway. Obviously, I’m no psychologist but I do think it’s true,”

#Anonymous

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