Feb 11, 2019
@ottiliexhollingsworth
Gwen was stressed out, to say the least. It was growing increasingly clear that Hawthorne wasn’t the safe haven she’d imagined, but she compensated for this by being even more chipper and all over the place. If she halted she wouuld have to face things, that that wasn’t an option right now.
That’s why she was quite literally skipping through town, there was a basket of cupcakes dangling from her arm and she kept the beat of an imagined melody.
“Hey!” she said, as she came to a halt next to another woman, “would you like a cupcake?”