Who: Rowan Fricks & Open What: Shopping in Walmart. Where: Walmart. When: Very early Thursday morning. Warnings: None at the moment but will update if this changes. Status: Open, In progress.
Why was Rowan even surprised that Clint was gone? It was only a matter of time before he was sent away. Between her mom leaving and her best friend bailing on her when Rowan had needed her the most, then the mess with her sister. She made the mistake of thinking Clint wouldn’t leave, but here they were with her hurting once again. Yes, the bigger part of her knew he didn’t ask to leave; however, a small part of her kept screaming at her how he wanted to get away from her. He knew what went down in Rowan’s world and he never judged her or even thought bad about her. No matter how much she hated herself and blamed herself, he never did since he tried to tell her how none of it was her fault what happened back in her world.
Screaming into her pillow, Rowan couldn’t take being in the apartment anymore. Sleep wasn’t coming as she found herself falling back into her old patterns of fearing sleep as to what she might see once her eyes closed. Shawn had been nice in offering her to stay with him; however, a small part of her was hoping in the morning this would all be a nightmare. Clint would be around probably annoying her or getting in the way, but he’d be here and that was all that mattered. It didn’t matter how it was close to 3am or how she had forgotten to eat anything today since she had been in bed all day crying, cursing the world, or thinking about everything.
Pulling on a hoodie, Rowan really didn’t care if she looked like shit or the fact her eyes probably gave away the fact she had been crying most of the day. Even the whole idea of changing from her pj bottoms was not even a thought that crossed her mind as she left the apartment to head to the only thing open all night. The joy of Walmart was she could hit up the store at an odd hour like right now without a care or worry of too many people being out. Walking with the hood of her hoodie up, she kept glancing down the rows on a mission before finally finding what she was looking for. The idea of making brownies had stayed on her mind and even with the hour, she felt like making them. Pushing the hood off her head, she scanned the boxes, trying to decide which one she felt like making.