#ptkitty

RACHEL: I miss you and your face.

Scheduling a time to talk to Kitty about everything Rachel had kept secret did nothing to help sooth Rachel’s near-constant frazzled nerves. She’d leaned heavily upon her professional training, putting on brave masks and smiles, while also getting caught up in anyone’s drama that wasn’t her own. It was so much easier for Rachel to focus on other’s issues and just allow her own demons to float back into dark recesses. At least for a little while. 

Rachel felt out of sorts since since their San Francisco concerts, and then the flight overseas, but having the time to explore London and adjust to the time difference, to simply relax, had helped. But then there was the interview and photoshoot, and Rachel’s still not sure what went wrong. They were testing the lighting again, and maybe it was the flashing, or the worry about what might be asked during the next break, or what other members of the tour were saying, or what was scribbled down in the notebook each time Rachel provided an answer. But suddenly it was as if the edges of Rachel’s vision had been dipped in ink and then the room started to spin. Rachel assumed it was only self-survival and preservation forcing her body to auto-pilot her to the privacy of single-use bathroom for an attack that lasted forty-some minutes but felt like hours for her. 

[ Screenshot photo of Marley's text to Rachel that reads --'Kitty's birthday was fun and then her and I hung out, too, which was nice. She's the best.' ]

RACHEL: SHE'S THE BEST.

@kittywilde: My girl looking HOTT!!