𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺

impulses have always been  difficult  to control. when her anger strikes, it’s blinding  &  there’s nothing that can stop her from extending her  wrath  onto the person of her choice  ––– even if it’s not at an appropriate moment.  &  this, she will admit, sure as hell isn’t. the  lavender scent  of the store distinctly clashes with her  curled  fists, it’s almost comical. they’d laugh about this later, surely.  (  right  ? )  an employee greets her as she’s walking up to him.  ‘  no, this isn’t my fucking first time here,  ’  ketzia spits out before the poor girl could say anything more than a mere welcome to lush  !  the employee backs away, wide-eyed  &  her gaze follows the other as she comes to a halt in front of her boyfriend.  ‘  i can’t fucking do this anymore, soren.  ’  she pauses, taking control of her  shaking  voice.  ‘  i told you this shit would happen  !  i don’t care what you say, we’re locking the doors from now on. i’m sick of living like this.  ’