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Aurora Park's fingers drummed against her windowsill, eyes tracing the small droplets of water as they raced down the window pane of her lonesome apartment. It was just a few minutes past 11 o'clock, Rory having just finished a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Only a day had gone by since her debacle with Val, the two seeming to agree on cutting off all forms of communication.

Of course, Rory wanted her best friend back, but was it worth it to lose herself in the process?

Val made her feel like shit; saying she was a horrible friend? Even Rory knew that wasn't true.

Still, the very concept of losing her best friend weighed heavy on her frail shoulders. It seemed as if as every moment passed she was slipping further and further from sanity. It wasn't smart to depend on one person, but Rory couldn't help but long for Val in that moment. She wanted nothing more than to stock up on all kinds of junk food and watch a scary movie whilst cursing at the idiotic characters.

But she couldn't.

Her eyes momentarily slid to her phone, Rae's contact pulled up on the screen. Rory needed to tell someone about her conversation with Val, but was Rae the best person to vent to? She wouldn't let herself ruin their relationship—one that had just barely begun.

"Ah, fuck." She mumbled under her shaky breath as the phone turned off.

She ran a hand through her tangled hair and resumed her gaze out the window, watching as people ran across the street in search of shelter from the rain. With one swift motion, she tossed her phone across the room without sparing it a single glance. The girl opened the window, sighing as the echoes of rainfall grew louder. Sticking a hand out, the water gathered into a single puddle in her palm; Rory only watched.

She sniffled, the motion racking her shoulders ever so slightly. A sole tear dripped down her pale cheek, mirroring the small droplets dancing down from the clouds. She was quick to wipe it away with her dry hand, cursing at herself for overreacting.

Her phone rang.

Rory's eyed widened as far as they could, her head whipping around in search of the black device. Her arm darted back into the room, the rainwater from her hand splashing onto the rug. She scrambled across the living room to reach the couch, grabbing the phone; eager to read the caller ID, she panted.

CORPSE

Oh.

Honestly, she had been expecting Val.

But this? This... was slightly better.

She answered the call, completely forgetting about anything and everything that had just happened.

Silence.

"Ror?"

Her mouth opened to form a reply, but nothing came out. He'd know immediately that she had been crying.

"Rory, are you okay?" His deep voice traveled through her speaker.

Deciding to bite the bullet, she answered. "Yeah, I'm fine."

On the other end of the phone call, Corpse's brows knitted. He had been sitting at his dining room table, spoon forgotten in a now abandoned bowl of cereal. Clearly, this phone call was more important.