@finchrobin [closed]
The familiar door in front of her stared back like a bad dream. Not a damn thing changed save for a few missing paint chips. She was almost mad at herself for how quickly she noticed the tiny details, never wanting to keep a memory of this place in her head for too long.
Ava had a worn schoolbag thrown over her shoulder and a small leather suitcase clutched in her hand, the other was raised mid-knock- hesitating. She’d been in town for a little over a week, not long before the cover, dome, thing came crashing down around everyone. Things had been getting strange in her life and Wildemount seemed to accelerate that.
Her father didn’t know she was here. Maybe because Ava didn’t yet know why she was here and couldn’t think of an excuse to face him after all the silence. But finally, with enough courage summoned (and not enough money to keep paying for a motel) Ava made it back to Robin’s house. She inhales through her nose, exhales though her mouth and knocks.
