*Willow walked into Clover’s room, shaking her head at the sight. There’s clothes scattered across the floor, garbage wherever it was thrown last, and it was generally a mess.*Ik

And sitting on the bed was none other than Clover herself. She had tired eyes with dark circles underneath them, looked pale, and that usual dead look on her face. She was just staring, not looking at anything in particular. She did they a lot.

Willow opened her mouth to make a snarky comment like she usually did, but nothing came out. Odd. But before she could try and say something once more, Clover spoke.