Who: Cissie and Clint >What: Rooftop meetings post-text messages When: Backdated to May 14 Where: Rooftop, NYC Status: Closed, incomplete Rating: Low to medium.
She really thought that she'd be out of this fog by now... but that was an irrational expectation. She'd come this close to doing it. It was going to mess her head up. She made a mental note to text Teddy soon, see if maybe he wanted to give her a hug... Everyone had been understanding - there hadn't been any 'What the fuck were you doing' emails so far... Somehow she'd been expecting it... probably some left over childhood trauma from how Bonnie had handled things when she was younger.
Right now she had a better idea of which way was up, but between the fact that she hadn't picked up her bow since the incident and the knowledge that North was now dead... she didn't know how to feel. What she should be feeling. The loss was still there. She'd lost someone she cared about, someone she'd trusted. And now she was standing on a rooftop, in civvies with a bag from a fast food place. Though she really didn't have much of an appetite herself.
Glancing at her watch, Cissie wrapped her arms around herself, it was really cold for a night in may. Maybe she should have brought a heavier coat. "Shouldn't be long now..." she murmured to herself.