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located in Smithbrook, a part of No One Mourns The Wicked, one of the many universes on RPG.




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Character Portrait: Rosemary Scott Character Portrait: James Goldsmith
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Rosemary bit her lip, lifting her sleeve to wipe the tears. "I'm sorry, it's just too much for me to talk about," she muttered quietly. She let out a quiet groan as she looked around the playground. She wanted nothing more than to just go back to California. Things were slightly easier there. She could go back to working on her novel that was an allegory to her troubles in Smithbrook. She stared into the distance, trying to calm herself down. She didn't exactly mind crying in from of James, it's just she doubted she could stop crying. After a minute of silence, she returned her gaze back to James. "I-I get it, but I don't understand what happiness is anymore. Whenever I feel just remotely happy it gets taken away from me. I'm cursed," she muttered. The girl's thoughts were wild, but she was trying her best to keep it together. "Would you really have gone with me? Somehow I don't believe you..." she said absent-mindedly. She had no idea if James even cared about her that much to go all the way across the country with her. She had lost trust in most things now. For all she knew, he could be lying to her.