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In the living room surrounded by blankets and a warm fire, Lola finishes relaying her side of the tale to the eager Bliss who gasps staring at the woman on the soft couch.
"So she doesn't know where she's from and she was in a forest?" Bliss asks trying to sum up the peculiar story as best she can. Lola nods and looks down playing with her pale-ish fingers.
"It's a dreadful situation really, not being able to remember anyone or where you came from," Bliss pouts.
Little do they know they are speaking a little too loud for the sleeping beauty on the couch who has just risen from her sleep.
Jocosa is caught between emotions right now, having to wake up to what was messing with her.
Are they only taking care of her just because they pity her?
Or do they want to help her as they told her earlier?
A frustrated tear rolls down her cheek as she rises from the couch, which catches the girl's attention.
"Hey, where are you going?" She asks getting up from her cozy spot.
Jocosa rolls her eyes as she turns around putting on her shoes. Lola raises an eyebrow and tries to pat Jocosa's shoulder to catch her attention, but it is quickly slapped away.
Lola retracts her hand in surprise at the hostile behavior, "What's going on?"
Jocosa faces the blonde woman with her hands balled to her sides, "Why do you want to know? Want to pity me some more?"
Lola chuckles in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
"I heard you! You're just pitying me! You told me you wanted to help me and I-I believed you! If your doing this out of pity then forget it! I don't want your help!" Jocosa yells out of frustration storming out of the wooden structure.
Lola gasps and rushes outside after the runaway woman, "Wait come back!" Jocosa never turns back at her request and keeps on running into the white forest.
Lola runs back inside gathering her winter necessities trying to rush after her, but Marshel pulls her back before she can leave to the cold, "Where are you going?"
"Where!? To go get her back! She's all alone in a forest in the middle of freaking winter with nothing to cover her and who knows who could be out there? That man from yesterday could be out there!" Lola yells rushing after her.
She can't be more right, who is out there?
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