I looked at Rachel and analysed her.
Her personality was currently a bit broken.
By broken I meant way not like usual.
She was usually composed, intelligent and saintly. The Rachel I knew carried herself with a quiet dignity that commanded respect without demanding it. Her words were measured, her actions deliberate, her compassion genuine but never overwhelming. She had always been the steady one, the voice of reason when everything else descended into chaos.
Not like this.
This Rachel—fidgeting, emotional, desperate for validation—was almost a stranger wearing a familiar face. The dissonance was jarring, like hearing a beloved song played in the wrong key.
'What happened?' I wondered.
'She needs validation from you,' Luna said, her voice unusually solemn. 'For some reason, her proof of originality is revolving around you and you alone.'
