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there is little time for erica to correct her anger before her fist flies to connect with the flesh of the other. the moment it has occurred, any fury that pushed at the confines of her brain is slinking back into the shadows, guilt clawing at her chest as she realizes what she has done.
a look of absolute mortification etches into features that had moments ago emitted a great deal of wrath. within seconds, her tongue is tripping over itself in a flurry of rapid apologies. the acceleration of his thumping heart is captured by a keen sense of hearing, only amplifying the shame she feels. she is quick to identify her own rapidly beating heart to be due to the fear she felt at that instant ( she was worried the other was going to HATE her for her idiotic actions! )
“isaac -- i’m so sorry. i don’t even know why i did that -- ”
