Jan 4, 2019
“evan!” rowen practically shouts, darting across the room towards his best friend. after their argument (fight, discussion, whatever rowen was calling it in his head now), evan had dashed away after saying things that that rowen simply didn’t believe. he sprinted across the empty hallway she’d disappeared toward, somewhere quieter and away from the crowds. “evan!” he tries again, this time queiter, and hopes that he’ll be able to spot her. he felt, frankly, horrible about how he’d acted when she’d told him her feelings. it was not one of his finest moments, and the nervous breakdown that followed wasn’t so much fun either. // @evanofnowhere