Rowan. Age 25.
Long Beach. In a bar somewhere.
“Where are you Rowan?” Mika’s voice rang on the other side and I grimace. She must have seen my note by now. “Somewhere,” still in LA, don’t worry mom… I wanted to insert but held my tongue as I chugged on my beer.
“Where are you Rowan? Why are you doing this?” she repeated with a sigh but I couldn’t handle it. I know it was reckless of me, but I just couldn’t face it right now. “Just keep an eye on Ryan for me, please. You don’t have to agree with anything I do and plan. Just… I need a friend right now, and you are the only one who knows about my problems,”
“Rowan…”
“Mika please… give me some time, I need a clear head. I…” sighing, I have never felt so weak and so small… “And I can’t see him like that… I can’t help but feel like this wa
