Go away, Rachel's mind whispered to the man. Run away.
Rachel had flown as fast as she could, trying to track Rose's mind that was so much more different now. Colder. Harder. Crueler.
The wind had blown the salty tears behind her and Rachel wasn't sure if she had any more left to shed. But seeing Rose like that. Not the young teen, begging her boobs to grow, taking hours over her appearance, arguing with Rachel on the best way to sneak out and the best parties. Seeing her like that made her want to cry again. But she couldn't in front of this Future Rose. It was a weakness that she couldn't allow exposure.
Rachel sometimes wished she could control her own mind.