[ @hbicmarissa ] “Um, I like this one. It’s soft and pink is my favorite color but,” Rowan told Marissa, as she tried on one of the senior’s old sweaters, “This happens.” She let the sleeves roll out to their full length, engulfing her hands and the waistband falling down to the middle of her thighs. “The joys of being short and a stick figure.” She added with a nervous chuckle, cheeks still a little flushed at the fact that the older girl was just willing to give her clothes. Rowan would never be able to repay her, but snow season was starting and she already had to cover her rickety bedroom window at home with cardboard and duct tape. And there had been icicles on her bike one morning, so getting picky was not an option. Just like frostbite and pneumonia weren’t either. “Do you... Are you sure you don’t want this or need this anymore?”
