<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">It was difficult to do her work at the library with the knowledge that people were hiding away right underneath it, especially today. With the fresh knowledge that she could have helped their loved ones by sleeping with the man but instead she decided to slap him across the face. The worst of all was probably the fact that she did not regret it; he had deserved to be smacked. Going back to fulfill her mission was the last thing that was on her mind though. Rachel had made her mind up already: she would bow out of this task and volunteer to help with the next tricky transportation of either weaponry or possibly medication instead, for she would rather risk her life than risk her own pride and self-respect.<br/>
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After she had put away the last stack of books, she carefully went to lock the library behind her back as soon as she had walked outside - wearing a black trenchcoat that was hiding a much cheaper olive-green dress compared to the classy gown she had worn yesterday. As usually, she was wearing a pair of stockings and heels that were comfortable, yet professional. Of course her wavy, raven hair had been covered by that familiar black hat as well. It was probably the most expensive and also the most valuable item she could possibly own. It was in fact her mother's hat, and Rachel had been gifted it when she was forced to leave the woman behind for her own safety, which caused her to wear and cherish it with much care and love.<br/>
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The woman went home after securing the lock on the door once again and found herself caught up in her own web of thoughts as she walked down the dimly lit streets. It was late in the afternoon, it was chilly and she was starving. She tried her best not to pay much attention to her protesting stomach, but the longer she walked and the more she started to worry about the possible consequences regarding to what she had done yesterday, the more her tummy started to ache. A somewhat frustrated sigh rolled over her lips as she climbed the stairs up to the fifth floor. That damned apartment. She still despised it.<br/>
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As soon as she stood in front of that wooden door though, her eyebrows raised in surprise and a shiver started to run down her spine: the door was unlocked. A lump started to form in the back of her throat and she could feel how tense her muscles started to become. Would they be waiting inside to arrest her? Could she still turn around and run away? Rachel's breath hitched as she pushed the door open and stepped inside - very much against her instincts, and she could hear a little voice in the back of her head scream in agony as she walked further into the small living room.<br/>
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That was until she caught sight of that hideous tiny dining room table, which had been decorated with flowers that she definitely had not bought. Three bottles, both red- and white wine as well as a bottle of champagne, had been put on the table as well. The only thing she recognised, were the two glasses that belonged to her. <br/>
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And him. Oh, how she recognised him.<br/>
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"Get out." As she dropped her bag with a loud thud to the floor, her expression revealed a mixture of fear, anger and surprise. Her hands were visibly trembling, and the look in those doe-like orbs showed how exhausted she truly felt, although she tried her best to hide it behind her courageous attitude. "Get out!" <br/>
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