Who: Cleo Chalice Where: Cleo and Quinn’s When: Daytime, starting while he’s swimming backdated to 28th What: Existence is hard sometimes Status: OPEN to Quinn
Cleo lay on her side on the sofa, curled up in a tight ball, staring at the wall. She was battling to think of anything, even something bad, just to keep her mind ticking, but it wouldn’t, it was like her only focus was how empty she felt. She could feel the tears tracking across her face and into her hair, but she couldn’t summon the energy to wipe them away. She wanted to be better, but her mind fought her.
Now Quinn was sick and it was her fault, but now he was out there with those things and she was terrified he’d be hurt.