Stitch in Time𓃒 𝐉. 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐼𝐼𝐼. 𝑇𝑒𝑎 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠

Roselyn was interrupted by a flustered but composed Claire, concern in her brown eyes. 

"Yes, Claire?" 

The white-haired beauty stared at the flower with furrowed eyebrows before turning her attention to the black-haired female above her.

Claire noticed the twitch of her fingers and the disorientated look on her face, obvious signs of distress to the younger human, but she didn't push it. Doing that would just do the opposite to help Roselyn get out of her state of mind.

They headed back to the Inn not long after, and Roselyn spent the whole time thinking over the fact that one of the many memories she didn't want to return had been caused by a flower.

She let out a sigh of relief as the car finally made its stop back in time. Roselyn took the opportunity to jump up and out of the car and headed towards her room.

"Hey, Rose," Claire called out, stopping the white-haired female from going any further as her feet stopped in front of the stairs. "We were thinking of going to the bar tonight, do you want to come?"

The female tilted her head to the side and chewed on the inside of her cheek. She wasn't one to drink alcohol, but she would gladly go just to be the one who drives the two of them back to the Inn safely.

"Sure, I'd like to come," she agreed, turning back to the two of them and looked down at her clothes. "Would I need to change my clothes or are they fine?"

"They're fine," the black-haired female announced, a smirk rising on her face. "Unless there is a person you want to impress?"

Roselyn scoffed, rolling her eyes at Claire's accusation and made her way to the door, where Frank was, ready to go to a bar none of them have gone to before.

"The bar is only a block or two away, so we'll walk there," Frank announced as they started strolling along the pavement. He stood near the kerb whilst the two girls stood closer to the buildings.

"And here I thought I would have had to drive you two to the Inn."

"You wish."

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Roselyn did indeed walk them home last night, and they were both drunk, almost tripping over each other multiple times before the young woman stood in between them, holding their wrists to guide them home safely.

Frank had almost ran into someone's car, but the former soldier managed to pull him away before he could and got them both inside the Inn before anything else happened.

Currently, the white-haired female was lounging around her room, unsure of what to do. She didn't get much sleep the night before, too afraid that a nightmare would terrorise her if she dared to even close them for too long.

Glancing over at the time, the nineteen-year-old spotted the glowing red dots making out to be numbers and read; '6:45am'.

The other two would be awake by now, preparing themselves for the day ahead and Roselyn decided that she would do the same and did her normal routine.

Her outfit of the day was yet another dress, but it was black and longer, reaching her shins this time. Pulling her hairbrush through her white locks, the being tugged it into a ponytail with no strand of hair missing.

Satisfied with what she had done for the day, the beautiful woman sauntered over to the married couple's room and knocked on it twice.

Frank opened the door after a few seconds, his face turning to one of delightful surprise that their friend was even awake at this time.