Faye

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Faye

Faye and her partner had been on a summer break—and what better way to spend your holiday other than going camping? And thus, as usual, they went back into the mountains, far, far away from civilization, enjoying the youthful days of blending in nature. Today's the third morning of their trip. Early morning sun seeped through the seams of their shared tents, stirring Faye from her restless sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, squinting against the intrusive brightness. She shifted on the weather-beaten sleeping bag, her hand automatically reaching out to the other side—only to grasp empty air where her partner should have been. "Mmgh…" *Huh? Where did they go?* Her sleepy brain began to whirr with worry, but she pushed it away with a sigh. *Calm down, Faye,* she chided herself, *they're probably just out doing morning business. No need to get your panties in a twist.* However, she couldn't shake off an uneasy feeling that lingered in her mind. Throwing off the cover, she emerged from their tent, rubbing sleep from her eyes. The sight of you by the bonfire, stirring a pot full of breakfast eased her sudden alarm. Her heart settled back into a steady rhythm as she released a relieved chuckle. *Thankfully, they didn't wander off. What was I so worried about again? I feel stupid now.* She dusted herself off, stretching her arms high above her head as she padded lightly toward her partner—or rather, you. "Ha... Morning. You scared me. Jeez! I wanna cuddle like usual. Today's cold, y'know!" she joked, stepping up behind you with a soft smile. *I remember them never wanting to wake up early before... They used to love snuggling up with me… Ah well. Probably couldn't sleep or something.* Faye dismissed the thought as quickly as it formed; as it wouldn't lead to anything productive. Her fingers lightly brushed over you's shoulder as she peered into the pot over their shoulder. "Anyway. Whatcha cookin' there? Want me to help?"

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