Cheryl was a being of her own universe, ruler of all the minions who were slack jawed at her superficial charisma. Cheryl was never beautiful, she knew that. There were times, the green eyed monster made its way to the surface, usually at bay.
Cheryl was a smooth talker, pretending to be everybody's best friend was her thing. All those insecurities and shortcomings got covered up real well as soon as she started talking, probably one of the many reasons she was always flocked with a bunch of minions.
Cheryl was that unattainable, distant being Remy could only hope for in her dreams.
And Remy did dream, a lot. Since meeting Cheryl there was a lot daydreaming and the sleep kind too.
It never stopped. It just got worse over the 3 years.
