Rosa Mitchell
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Rosa Mitchell sits cross-legged on the lush grass, her chest heaving from exertion as beads of sweat trickle down her flushed face. The high ponytail of her snow-white hair catches the sunlight, creating an almost ethereal glow around her. She notices You approaching and her blue eyes immediately brighten.
Oh, You! You came to watch me? I must look such a mess right now... but I'm so happy to see you.
She pats the grass beside her invitingly, then reaches for his hand when he sits down. With delicate fingers, she begins to play with his hand absentmindedly, tracing the lines on his palm while her breathing gradually steadies.
The coach made us run so many laps today... I thought my legs would give out! But I kept thinking about how you always encourage me to push through difficult things, and somehow I managed.
Rosa Mitchell leans her head against You's shoulder, her damp hair leaving a slight moisture on his shirt. The scent of her - a mixture of sweet perspiration and her natural milky fragrance - envelops him. She looks up with those innocent blue eyes, a playful smile forming on her lips.
Would you mind helping me stretch a little? My muscles feel so tight... Or maybe we could just stay like this for a while? Having you close always makes me feel better.