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amessageonthewind · 1 year ago

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September Selfship Prompts Challenge

6. Dancing together

Pairing: Zinnia/Rachel at the end of Delta Emerald (potential mild spoiler warning for the rest of the fic)

Author's note: Clue is an OC that belongs to my buddy @kammyclues

Everything she had ever done, everything she had worked towards, and everything she had accomplished…it all came down to this. It was a celebration towards a brighter future for Hoenn, and everyone wanted to come to Sootopolis City to attend, knowing Rachel was there.

She wasn’t used to all this attention. She was the Champion, now, but she had been so busy wrangling every problem that cropped up between Primal Kyogre and Primal Groudon, Rayquaza, that damn meteor, Deoxys, the infection, and Aarman and his team trying to capture and take Jirachi for himself…it left Rachel not very much in the public eye. She didn’t really get much of a chance to actually enjoy the status.

Though, even now that she was being heaped a lot of praise and congratulations, she still wasn’t sure she…enjoyed it. It was nice to be appreciated, certainly, but the reputation felt odd and strange. She wasn’t used to being so noticed and so popular. She was thankful that it wasn’t her dominant arm that was injured during the fight with Deoxys, otherwise she would have a lot more problems.

She flexed her hand that held most of the bandaging together on it. Though she didn’t have much in the way of physical scarring in her left arm, the bandaging helped with the pain management and movement. It would take a long time for the injury to heal completely.

“Don’t worry, you’re doing great!” Cedric whispered quietly from her shoulder. The rest of Rachel’s Pokémon were kept in their balls, for now, as to not crowd the room and cause any hazardous tripping hazards for anyone else. “This is a cakewalk compared to everything else you’ve faced.”

She appreciated the Zorua’s encouragement, but she knew that he was the most worried when she came back from her space journey. Rayquaza had brought her back and Rachel didn’t wake up for eight hours once she’d returned.

The grim reality that still didn’t feel real to her was that she didn’t survive the battle with Deoxys. She found his weakness and exploited it, she caught him, she succeeded…but she didn’t survive.

She died…Rayquaza brought her corpse back to Hoenn, barely conscious and unable to move or speak.

The only thing she remembered before she had blacked out…was Zinnia’s voice. It was the only thing she remembered before she died. “Please come back to me…I need you…”

Something brought her back to life. A being so strange and alien that it was beyond description. A being made of light, yet solid. Almost mechanical, yet moving as though it were made of liquid, almost non-Euclidian. Adorned with halos and plates at each prong of each halo.

The memory of what it had said to her rang in her head. “We will meet again. In a time before birth.” She had only ever heard it once, before, so long ago that Rachel had since forgotten it until this strange being brought breath back into her cold body.

When she was a child, locked in a nightmare like her parents so long ago. When a shadowy Pokémon recognized her from somewhere she had no recollection. It had spoken that exact phrase. She still had no idea what it meant, and now she was determined to decipher it, somehow. In a time before birth…why can’t anyone stop speaking in riddles?

“I know.” She said to her loyal Pokémon, reaching up to pet him for comfort. “But that’s not what I’m worried about.”

Because truth be told, this celebration wasn’t necessarily for her. She had made it clear to Wallace that she didn’t want to be the subject of this celebration. There was something far more important to celebrate, something that was meant to be a mark towards building a better future by making amends to the past.

Reparation. Preserving a culture that was on the brink of extinction so that it could live on long into the future. So that it could never be forgotten.

And the person it was for had not arrived, yet. Rachel was anxiously waiting for her arrival. She knew Zinnia was a bit of a flight risk, especially after the meteor, but after Rachel laid her feelings bare, made it clear that even if Zinnia’s role was done and her duty was fulfilled, her story wasn’t over. That Rachel was losing her mind at the thought of never seeing Zinnia again, and her only comfort was knowing that Aster was with her.

Because as long as that was true, it meant Zinnia was alive.

The Draconid was nervous, uncertain, and Rachel had never seen her so unsteady in her resolve, before. Without a prescribed purpose, she was listless and it broke the Champion’s heart. Zinnia was a force of change despite how earnestly, dutifully, and closely she held her culture’s traditions. Rachel saw a future for Zinnia, and the only thing she wanted was to show her that.

She begged Zinnia to keep her company, to stay with her while she recovered from her injuries, to help her get back onto her feet and get back to being a trainer. There were many mysteries that had to yet be uncovered, things to discover and legends to demystify.

Giving Zinnia a goal and a task convinced her, but what Rachel didn’t realize was that she had touched the woman in a way no one else ever did. She didn’t even know the effect her words had on the Draconid, but they reached into a place so deep she didn’t even know it was there.

She remembered that night clearly, when Rachel was finally discharged from the hospital in Lilycove City and was cleared to go, under a strictly prescribed physical therapy routine and painkiller prescriptions and rest. No more Pokémon battles until she was well (though, good luck getting Rachel to adhere to that).

And there Zinnia was, outside of the city on Route 121, standing there alongside Aster and waiting there. The moment they made eye contact, the Draconid turned around and Rachel had to run beyond her prescribed limits just to catch up to her and prevent her from running away.

The anguish in Rachel’s voice would not be forgotten anytime soon. Zinnia just wanted to make sure she would be okay, and then she would finally know peace. After all, she did everything that Zinnia thought she was destined for. What did someone like Rachel need from her, anymore? Zinnia did her duty as Lorekeeper, passing on her people’s stories to her.

How could Rachel care so much about Zinnia when they barely knew each other? They knew so little about each other, and yet Zinnia’s heart broke at the thought of seeing Rachel so upset. She had never felt such fear as she felt when Rachel was facing off against Deoxys.

She had never known anguish like when Rayquaza brought back her limp body. She didn’t even care about showing respect or formalities to the deity her people revered so much, all she cared about was making sure Rachel was okay.

Zinnia never had anything to lose before she met Rachel, and now that she did, it left her terrified and unsure.

What Rachel said in response? Zinnia would never forget.

“Isn’t it kind of surface level to only care about the things that you know intimately?” She said, Zinnia’s back turned to her. Rachel’s hand loosely held onto the Draconid woman’s wrist to keep her in place. She didn’t pull away, letting the Champion keep her here. “It’s…superficial. Empty, in a way, to only love things you can know. There’s beauty in the unknown. People don’t love the moon any less just because it has a dark side it never shows us. People don’t love it any less just because it’s always changing and showing different sides of itself, even disappearing from view sometimes.

“And…I don’t love the ocean any less just because it’s so unknown.” Zinnia risked glancing back at Rachel and met her passionate dark eyes. Moving earth met blazing heat, forces of change that held onto each other to keep each other from leaving. “It’s impossible for us to know its depths, its strength and storms are terrifying and awestriking. What we know is beautiful, but what’s unknown draws us to it. Don’t you want to be cared about like that…?

“Don’t you want to be loved as deeply and truly as people love the sea?”

That woman really did have a way with words. Because truthfully…Zinnia did want to be loved like that. She did want to be loved unconditionally, for everything she did and didn’t say, everything she did and didn’t show. She wanted to be loved whole.

If she wasn’t convinced before, Rachel’s quiet voice, just pleading for her to stay was enough to make her stay.

So, throughout everything that came after, Zinnia stayed. Through the terrifying and harrowing and the joyful and happy. Even when her mettle was tested, she stayed true to what she promised.

And it all led up to this. This celebration was being held in the Cave of Origin, and Zinnia knew everyone was going to be there. Including Rachel. She didn’t really know what to expect, all she told her was that this was about something special.

Aster gently pushed her by the legs, urging her to go in. Sighing at the little Whismur, Zinnia nodded and walked inside. The Pokémon always seemed to know best. She taught her well.

Inside, Rachel had managed to extricate herself from curious fans and fellow League representatives to just get some time to herself. She needed a break to think, and she wanted to keep her eye on the entrance to the Cave of Origin in case Zinnia showed up.

She still hadn’t arrived yet, so she sighed heavily. What if she doesn’t come…? “Needed to step away from it all as well?”

The familiar voice grounded Rachel and she looked beside to see a friendly face. “I could say the same for you, Ex-Champion Steven.” The steel-haired man laughed a little bit, fiddling a bit at his metal sleeve cuffs idly. “Is it ready?”

“It is.” Steven said, proudly as he stood beside Rachel. This project between Rachel and Steven was one that was sorely needed after the meteor. He would never forget the blazing fire in the Champion’s eyes when she confronted him about what his father’s company had done to the Draconids that lived by Meteor Falls. Every venomous word that left her mouth was one he could not disagree with. It was why he was so averse and uncomfortable with the idea of inheriting his father’s company.

But she was right. It was his responsibility to set things right, so they came up with this. Rachel wanted it kept secret from Zinnia so that they could surprise her later, so while the Champion was running things behind the scenes and helping people, Steven was working on this project alongside her friend, Clue. A Bug trainer from overseas who had expressed a vested interest in this subject.

Steven handled the financing and building and organizational aspects of this project while Clue handled the gathering of information and the sensitivity part of it. They were both determined to see this through.

He was just as much looking forward to Zinnia’s reaction as Rachel was. “You seem tense.” Steven said, noticing how withdrawn the woman was.

She shrugged. “I’ve got a lot going on in my mind.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. Idle conversation could do her some good. “Such as?”

Where to even begin? There was so much she had to say. “Everything.” Rachel said before composing herself. Glancing at Cedric for a moment, she took a moment to figure out what to say, templating her words before speaking them. “None of this is what I thought it’d be.”

Steven nodded sympathetically. “To be fair, not every trainer starts their journey on the turn of a millennium.” He said to her, hoping to help ease her worries. “Quelling super ancient Pokémon isn’t an expectation of taking on the League Challenge, and it’s not part of being a Champion. It just happened to be you.”

“It’s not exactly something that just happened to me, though.” She said, grabbing a drink for herself to have something to sip while she glanced at the entrance to the Cave of Origin. “I chose it because no one else wanted to step up to the task. I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing, in every instance. It was something that needed to be done, so I acted. That’s that.”

The former Champion couldn’t disagree. “For what it’s worth, you did well handling everything as well as you did.” He said in an effort to reassure and perhaps even empower her. “Not a lot of trainers have the resolve that you have, and you’ve so far done a commendable job as Champion. You’ve certainly earned your place in the Hall of Fame.”

She found it hard to accept his praise when there was a niggling feeling of doubt wriggling in her stomach that she simply couldn’t shake. “Being Champion isn’t what I expected, either.”

That caught Steven’s interest. “How so?”

“It’s a lot more responsibility than I thought it would be.” Rachel said, thinking about Cynthia idly as she spoke. It was hard to think of herself anywhere near her league as a Champion. Even calling herself Champion felt wrong when Cynthia was the ideal Champion in her eyes. She didn’t feel like she’d earned the right to stand as her equal and carry the title she wore. “When I started my journey, this isn’t where I thought it would go. I didn’t expect any of this. And when I became Champion…I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t think it would be such a huge responsibility.”

Steven could certainly empathize with her. He wouldn’t admit to it, but he felt a huge wave of relief wash over him when Rachel defeated him and took her place as Hoenn’s Champion. Like a heavy burden was lifted from him that he was finally free from. “I think the assumption is that whoever has the strength and resolve to pursue that path has just as much to change the future for the whole region.”

“And I’m not against that. I’m honestly proud of what I’ve accomplished.” Rachel replied, holding her hands together around her drink cup, sipping nervously. “But…I don’t want to be…trapped here.”

The former Champion felt that sentiment deeply when she shared it with him. If she chose to give it up, he didn’t want to retake that seat himself. “Why would you feel trapped?”

Sighing, Rachel thought for a moment how to phrase the complicated feelings she had about the role of Champion. “I don’t feel complete, yet.” She admitted, tightening her grip on her cup. “There’s so much I have yet to do, so much I have yet to see. This world is full of so many mysteries, and I didn’t start my Pokémon journey just to have it end here. My life has barely begun and it feels like it ends here, and I don’t want it to. But because there’s an expectation from me as Champion to be responsible for Hoenn’s affairs, I don’t feel like I can just…quit. It feels selfish, so I just feel…stuck. There are places I want to see, things I want to do, and Pokémon I want to meet.”

Clue had talked so much about Kalos, where he grew up. It made Rachel want to see it for herself. He mentioned Geosenge Town had a great deal of history behind it, so she wanted to see it for herself. Maybe it connected somehow to Hoenn’s history in a way.

If she weren’t Champion, she would want to go as soon as possible to see it for herself.

Steven understood her folly. A sliver of guilt began to stick in his chest at the thought that he had passed his burden onto someone else who would have to carry it just as he did. Someone who didn’t want to be tethered to it. And honestly, he didn’t want her to be, either. She was an incredibly remarkable person and he agreed with her. There was a great deal she had yet to do, and her life had only just begun.

Why should it end here?

Hearing a bright laughter echoing in his direction, Steven saw Wallace, talking with some fans of his niece, Lisia. He recalled a conversation he had with his partner about his role as Champion and realized something important, something crucial.

Rachel wasn’t bound to this role if she didn’t want to be. “You know, if you want to give up being Champion, Wallace has expressed his willingness to take the position if I ever gave it up.” Steven proposed to Hoenn’s current Champion. “I’m sure he’d be willing to do the same for you.”

Widening her eyes, she shook her head in disbelief. “I could never ask you to do that. It wouldn’t be fair, would it? I won fair and square and I’ve already done so much for these people…I can’t just quit.”

“Rachel.” Steven said sternly, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her from spiraling into a panic circle and keeping her calm. “You have a life to live. An option is available to you if you wish to take it. You’re still young, you should get to enjoy it. If you want to spend that time traveling, you deserve to do so unencumbered.” He shook his head. “Besides, even if you hadn’t beaten me, I would’ve given up my position to Wallace anyway. You’re not being an inconvenience for wanting to further discover who you are by traveling and learning as much as you can.”

She felt relieved that Steven was offering her a way out. She didn’t even realize how trapped she felt by it until it was offered to her, but having it felt like she was able to release the breath she felt like she was holding. And yet…there was still something else that weighed heavy in her. “Thank you…I really appreciate it. And I’m very tempted to take you up on that, but…”

Rachel glanced at the entrance again, even exchanging a look with Clue who, as per usual, kept his face mask up as he shook his head to confirm Zinnia had not yet arrived, the two pieces of hair that stuck out of his cap like antennae swaying with the movement. “That’s not the only thing that’s holding me back.”

“Then what is?” Steven asked, catching the way she kept looking at the cave entrance again and again and putting the pieces together very quickly. “It’s Zinnia, isn’t it…? You’ve been rather close ever since the meteor.”

Looking away, she nodded, refusing to make eye contact with Steven, but wanting very much to talk to someone about this. “This whole thing…wasn’t just about justice and reparations. I mean – it was – but not just that.” Her deepest hope was going to be laid bare. She felt so silly for thinking it, but it was a sincere hope she had. “I know she no longer has obligations as a Lorekeeper, now that Rayquaza destroyed the meteor…but she’s still the last of her people. All of her customs, her culture, everything is on her shoulders. That’s a lot of weight that she shouldn’t have to bear. This was…” The words caught in her throat as she spoke. “I hoped…this would be a way to free her from that responsibility. To show her that her culture doesn’t have to die and be forgotten with her. That it, and her people, can live on indefinitely without relying on her to carry it.”

He knew what this would accomplish as a long-term solution to fix what his father’s company had done to the Draconid people, but Steven didn’t realize the impact Rachel intended for this to have on Zinnia herself. Her choice of words was telling. “It’s kind of you to want to relieve her of her burdens. But I have to ask…why do her responsibilities and her tethering to them matter so much to you?”

“Because she deserves to have a choice in her future! She deserves to have a say in where her path leads and she doesn’t deserve to have all this weight on her shoulders!” Rachel suddenly exploded, her outburst surprising even herself as she continued to speak, pure and raw emotion driving her as she continued. “Her culture is so important to her, and I want to show her how important it is to me, but I don’t want it to be something that holds her back! I don’t want it to be a burden to her! She shouldn’t have to be responsible for all this, she deserves the freedom to do and go wherever she wants! She deserves to make her own destiny and forge her own path, she deserves to have a choice in what she wants!

“But a part of me wants her to have the freedom to come with me to discover the world and see it for herself!” Her deepest wishes were coming out without realizing it and before she knew it, she was pouring her heart out to Steven without restraint. “I want her to not be weighed down by everything here so that I can show her the things that I love most! I want to show her the parts of the world that are most dear to me, that made me who I am. I want to show her where I grew up, where I spent my time as a child, I want to share my culture and legends with her! I want to discover new things alongside her!

“Damn it, I want to have Zinnia with me! I don’t want to be without her, I need her, because I…I…!” Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes before she realized it, and she was rendered speechless, afraid to say the quiet part out loud out of fear of leaving this celebration a broken heart.

But Steven was not so inclined to do the same, and he spelled it out immediately when he realized what was really going on. “Because you love her.”

The realization had never been spoken aloud, but she knew that Steven was telling the truth. When did it start? When did it progress? When did she realize it? These questions didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. It didn’t change the fact.

Zinnia had become someone that Rachel had gravitated towards like no one else ever had before, and after the woman gave her the chance for them to grow closer after the meteor’s destruction, that gravity only grew stronger. She had grown so used to the Draconid woman’s constant presence that she felt naked and uncomfortable without it.

And being separated from her now made her realize just how much she ached when they were apart. Rachel wanted Zinnia. She had grown to love her, and she wanted Zinnia to really understand what that meant.

She didn’t even care if Zinnia returned her feelings, all Rachel wanted was for Zinnia to know that she was loved. That her absence meant something. That she was important and that she had a place in the world.

That she mattered.

“Hey, heads up, Rachel.” Clue’s voice pulled Rachel out of the mental spiral she had found herself caught in and she turned around to meet her dear friend who was gesturing towards the entrance to the cave. Though he still wore his cap and his facemask, he took the liberty of putting on a nicer jacket for the occasion. “Zinnia’s here.”

Snapping her head immediately in the direction of the entrance to the cave, Rachel’s heart leapt out of her chest at the sight. She was here! She came!

Politely excusing herself from Steven, Rachel wove her way through the people at the party to meet her. Clue and Steven exchanged a look between each other and they both knew what was going on. “You think they’re finally gonna get it?”

“Who’s to say?” Steven said with warm laughter to his tone of voice as he watched the woman’s frantic rush to meet the Draconid. “But if I know Rachel, she’s not one to just sit idly by once she’s made aware of something.”

Giving the former Champion a mischievous side-eye, Clue gently tapped Steven on the arm. “A hundred Pokédollars says they bone tonight.”

Nearly choking on his drink, Steven struggles to compose himself, laughing while coughing up juice. “I am not taking you up on that!”

Chuckling quietly, maintaining his outward aloofness, Clue tugged his violet facemask down to take a sip of his own drink, smirking smugly into his cup. “Your loss.” He teased, earning him a thwack from one of his Sylveon’s ribbons. Baby teetered on his trainer’s shoulders, reaching over to make sure Steven was okay before quietly observing Rachel as she walked away.

He and Cedric exchanged a polite nod from afar whilst the Zorua’s trainer met Zinnia at the entrance to the Cave of Origin.

Stepping inside with Aster by her side, Zinnia nervously looked about before she quickly spotted Rachel excusing herself when people tried to talk to her and squeezing her way through them. The frantic way she was doing so just to get to her made her chest flutter like no one else ever made it. She had spent her life feeling as though she were important, but she never felt like she was ever a priority for anyone.

It was different, and it was new. She liked that feeling a lot.

As Rachel approached, Cedric firmly on her shoulder as usual, Zinnia paused to stare at how she was dressed. She wore a dark burgundy petticoat overtop a long black silken skirt that hung down to her ankles, wearing a pair of elegant black shoes with short heels.

But what stood out most of all was the long flowing cape she was wearing. It was held in place by a sort of collar around her neck that extended up almost like a crown around her head, sitting on her shoulders.

It made the woman look indescribably regal despite being a couple inches shorter than Zinnia and it took her breath away how beautiful and elegant she looked. She even curled her hair to make it look wavier and it framed her face perfectly.

Put simply, Zinnia was utterly entranced by Hoenn’s Champion. “You look beautiful.” She said, wide-eyed and awestruck by her.

Rachel could certainly say the same. Zinnia was wearing something different, though she still wore her Lorekeeper’s cape. Underneath her cape was what looked like a kimono, but it wasn’t quite the same. It was a slightly different style, the sleeves being much bigger to allow for more airflow. It looked to be a two-piece, with the cross-collar upper body garment on top and a pileated skirt on the bottom stretched to her feet.

The black garment had red repeating crescent shapes much like the shirt she typically wore, and the repeated cascading pattern made it look very similar to dragon scales going down.

Zinnia also had her hair pinned back behind her ears with pins, so Rachel could get a better look at her face. And what she saw, especially with the feelings she had that had previously never been spoken out loud now out in the open, made her heart race at the sight. “Y-you too.”

Cedric observed the pair and glanced back at Clue and Baby with a smug grin before he hopped off of Rachel’s shoulder, approaching Aster to guide her away from the middle of the cave so that they wouldn’t get stepped on. The Zorua and Whismur walked away together, leaving their trainers to simply bask in each other’s presence.

Rachel caught the way people looked at Zinnia, with suspicion and distrust. It was true that her involvement with Primal Groudon and Kyogre and her involvement with Rayquaza in her attempt to awaken him made it to the public eye. She had heard a lot of scrutiny thrown the woman’s way just in passing, some people even questioning why any of this was necessary or why this needed to be done for someone like her.

She was quick to remind anyone that uttered a sour word about any of this that this was a long time coming and it wasn’t about Zinnia herself, but the injustice done to her people and her culture. No matter who was a part of that culture, it didn’t deserve to die and disappear into the footnotes of history.

Just as quickly, Rachel reminded them of how much help Zinnia had been after the fact with everything else. With the infection that threatened to spread through Hoenn had it not been for her willingness to work with Deoxys to contain the spread and use his DNA to help Hoenn further. With Aarman and his team’s threats to take Jirachi and wish himself into power to control the power of Mega Evolution and control Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza and make himself supreme ruler.

If it weren’t for Zinnia, Rachel wasn’t sure she would have succeeded at all. The woman was integral to protecting Hoenn, and she was integral to Rachel’s life at this point. She didn’t want to imagine it without her.

It was one of the good things about being Champion. Her influence could change things.

Deciding to stick it to the naysayers in the cave at this moment, Rachel gave a bow to Zinnia, reaching for her hand in a fanciful flair to bring it to her lips and place a kiss on her knuckles. A bold move, for certain (and it was a good thing no one could hear the thoughts behind her head as she did this), but she wanted to prove a point.

As Rachel looked up at Zinnia through dark lidded eyes, the Draconid felt her breath hitch when her lips met her hand. Normally she was the one who often flustered the Champion, but for this moment, those roles reversed. “May I have this dance?” She asked, her voice like rich honey.

With a light dusting on her cheeks, Zinnia took a step forward and pulled Rachel close, snaking her arm around the other woman’s waist. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Satisfied with the blush on Rachel’s face, Zinnia smirked. They could take turns.

Smiling, Rachel pulled Zinnia towards the middle of the lit cave, closer to where the live performers were playing their music. As they idly waltzed close to the centre, Rachel leaned in to whisper to the Draconid. “Full disclosure: I’m a terrible dancer!” She admitted a bit sheepishly, laughing a bit once she pulled back. “I’ve got two left feet, so uh…sorry if I step on your toes.”

By the Dragon Lord, she was just too cute. “Oh, don’t worry.” With the swift grace of her people’s sky god, she guided Rachel into a dip. The distance between them was barely any at all, and Zinnia’s signature fangs poked out of her playful smile. In a voice with a texture like royal silk, she practically purred at the Champion on her arm. “I’ll lead.”

Pulling her back up, Rachel allowed Zinnia to do just that, carefully following her as she moved with deliberate grace in her steps. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the Draconid woman, once again swallowed by the crimson depths of her eyes. For once, she allowed herself to sink in and be drawn into their depths. She relaxed in her arms.

For the first time, there was no trepidation. No hesitation. She simply belonged. As though they were made to hold each other, to dance together, to fit together.

Maybe, Alpha allowing, they could find a way to sneak away. Give Zinnia a sneak peek at the location in Falarbor Town that had been erected before it was publically announced, so that she could properly appreciate it without being weighed down by public appearances or pressure.

So she could properly appreciate all the effort put into all of this for her.

But, she did also want an excuse to be completely alone with her. There was no doubt in her mind, there were things she wanted to say that were for Zinnia’s ears only. She didn’t want an audience for what she wanted to confess.

It had to be this. Now that she knew without a doubt what her feelings were towards Zinnia, Rachel couldn’t afford to wait to tell her.

After their dance, they’d sneak away and she’d do it then. As soon as possible.

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