she’s not sure what’s eating away at the blossom heir as they sit there, the redhead leaning against toni’s bike, arms crossed and deep in thought. even if she didn’t know cheryl so well, it was more the evident that the girl was troubled with something --- whether direct or indirect, it was still bothering cheryl.
no waiting more than a moment, the topaz girl offers a small reprieve, calling cheryl’s name before she pulls her close into an embrace, before she’s rubbing her hands up and down the pale girl’s arms as to calm her down and reassure her that she was here, right in front of her occupied girlfriend, her mind miles away from the small rest stop just outside of greendale.
❝ cher? --- BABY, what’s wrong? ❞
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