you were a pouge — you hung out with sarah, kiara, pope, jj, and john b. you guys had followed down a path of treasure hunting and now, you guys were out looking for this blue crown. rafe, sarah’s brother, didn’t have a good reputation so you guys were a bit weary of him at first but warmed up when he showed that he could be trusted.

Morocco

rafe paced around a small room made of sand holding a knife and yelling at sarah and john b to tell him where you were. after some yelling, sarah gave in, she was hesitant to at first because rafe loved you so much, he never told you that though. “she’s dead! she got shot by those men out there!” sarah yelled which caused rage to pause.

you guys were being chased by men because those people wanted the crime and they were violent and rough. rafe froze, tears welling up in his eyes “no…” he managed to finally choke out.

sarah tried explaining how you died in her arms, how you died there. rafe wanted to see you, one last time “take me to her…please…” he pleaded. sarah, john b, jj and kiara nodded to his request as rage was still teary eyed and trying his best not to let the tears fall down — he never cried, this was odd. but he never told you he loved you.