C51 Desperate Measures

Rose’s POV

I went to my room and changed into something plain and simple. A black hoodie, jeans, a cap pulled low enough to hide my face. All of it was to make me blend in perfectly. I didn’t know if I was running from him or from myself. Maybe both.

The streets were quiet when I stepped outside. The last time I checked the time, it was already past seven pm. The cold wind bit at my skin