- Rowan's Point of View -

I woke up earlier then even the sun could imagine, pulling my boots on and making the bed. If I was going to leave on such short notice then I might as well clean up behind myself. I brushed my hair and walked down the creaky old steps, stopping at the door to grab the sack of food Sam had left for me. On top of that there was a warm woolen cloak and a note that said, 'Wouldn't want a relative of Callum's freezing to death'. I stared at the note, not comprehending for a minute. Then I heard footsteps behind me and I turned my head, already knowing what I was going to see.

"How did you know?" I asked her.

"He told me. Not to mention, you look quite a bit alike, if you bother to look. You both have sandy blonde hair, water blue eyes...and you both never tell anyone what you're really feeling."

I looked down at the ground, tracing a circle on the ground with my boot.

"That's true...Did he tell you...Everything?"

"Of course. Because he's like that. He either tells you all of it, or none of it...And his own sister should know that."

"It's complicated, you wouldn't understand."

"Try me. I know that he would've done a whole lot better growing up if he had known that his older sister was there for him."

"I couldn't be. God knows I wanted to. He meant the world to me. He was all I had. My dad was a crook and my mom was never at home, and it was worse for him. We were best buds. I would NEVER have left him if I had had a choice."  

There was silence for a moment, then she spoke up again.

"What really happened?"

"I...I can't tell you...I'm sorry."

There was another long stretch of silence, both of us contemplating what to do next.

"I understand...Take the cloak, you probably need to get out of here, for whichever reason."

"Thanks. I won't forget this." I smiled.

"No problem...But remember this, whatever it is you're running from, you can't run forever. It would do a world of good for the both of you if you'd just come back, and figure it out together."

"I won't forget. Thanks again, Linn." And I grabbed the sack, walking out the door.

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- Emmalina's Point of View -

"I won't forget. Thanks again, Linn."

She grabbed her stuff and walked out the door, leaving me alone in the dark room.

"Well, I tried my best. I guess it wasn't good enough." I said to myself.

I looked up at the ceiling, which I usually did when there was no one to talk to, and just thought out loud.

"I just wanted to do something for someone else, for once in my life...I feel so useless. Callum didn't trust me enough to tell me this sooner, Rowan walks out on her siblings and I can't do anything about it, and I'm a total hypocrite...You know exactly what I'm feeling, but I never tell anyone. Not even Samantha."

I sat down on one of the chairs by the fire and just stared into nothingness. I felt miserable. I had the chance to glue a broken family together again, and I let it slip through my fingers. Could I really be any worse?

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- Samantha's Point of View -

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Joe asked me, sounding a bit concerned.

"Don't worry, Joe. It's perfectly fine. You wrote the note, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then there's nothing to worry about."  

"I just don't see the point."

"Look, something is going on and I intend to get to the bottom of it. So far it looks like the only way to do that is to follow her." 

We were hiding behind a pile of logs, watching the Inn door, just waiting for Rowan to walk out. I looked up at the sky and then back to the door, rubbing my hands together.

"I wonder what's taking her so long." I thought out loud.

"Maybe she decided to stay in bed a bit longer, like a sensible person." Joe said.

Just then she came walking out of the front door, carrying the sack I gave her and a cloak. She stopped for a minute to put the cloak on and then ran off, barely making a sound.

"Come on." I whispered.

- Sorry for the short chapter everyone, but I'm having slight writers block. And, sorry for the slow updates. Again, I'm having a bit of a writers block. Well I hope you liked the chapter, even if it was short. Comments and votes are appreciated, and I hope you have a great day. Thanks :D - Anna

- Oh, and I'm trying to improve my writing extremely hard, so if you haven't already then it would mean a whole lot to me if you'd answer the questions in the last chapter, time permitting of course. Thanks again :D -