Hello People! I am so sorry I haven't written in a long time, I have been studying and I am still trying to wrap my head around things. I will try to update at least once a day, to keep you all occupied. If you have any ideas/concerns/queries, please message me, I am always open to discussion!
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-Luna
Lane's POV (1st Person):
As I walked back into the living room after grabbing some study materials for Rebecca, I was met with a sight that caught me completely off guard. There she was, sitting on the couch with a look of deep concentration on her face, completely oblivious to the fact that a bright red stain was slowly spreading across the fabric beneath her.
My eyes widened in shock as I tried to process what I was seeing. How could she not realise that there was blood running down her thighs? The sheer absurdity of the situation threatened to send me into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, but I managed to rein in my amusement with a concerted effort.
"Um, Rebecca... you might want to look down," I said cautiously, not wanting to cause her any embarrassment but unable to hold back the chuckle that threatened to escape.
Rebecca's eyes flickered downward, and the moment of realisation that crossed her face was priceless. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she let out a gasp of horror, the mortification evident in every line of her body.
"Oh, shit," she muttered, her voice tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. "I'm so...sorry. I don't have any spare things, I literally used up my undies today because..."
I had to bite down on my lip to stifle a laugh at her candid admission. "No worries, Rebecca. Let's just focus on getting that cleaned up," I replied, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism amidst the chaos.
But just as I thought the situation couldn't get any more comical, she dropped another bombshell. "You know what, I'll just clean this up and walk home," she said with a defeated sigh, her tone resigned.
I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief at the absurdity of it all. "Rebecca, let me take care of this. You don't have to walk home with a... well, let's just say not an ideal situation down there," I said, trying my best to inject a lighthearted tone into the conversation.
And as I watched her hurriedly try to clean up the mess, a sense of camaraderie and shared humour began to bloom between us, turning an awkward and unexpected situation into a moment of genuine connection and levity. Who knew that a blood stain could lead to such a bonding experience? But then again, that's just the unpredictable nature of life, isn't it?
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Between The Lines
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