All you currently knew was that Cerise was back in the area, for reasons you didn’t know.  You had hoped to never see her again, but it seemed as if fate had different ideas.

You ran into her during a brief walk through the woodsy area of your neighborhood, the same one you always took when there was too much on your mind. At first you weren’t sure it was even her until she walked closer to you. You were going to try to ignore her, but the fact that she was in your neck of the woods rubbed you the wrong way. You asked her what she was doing here, and why she wasn’t with Fyero, since the last time you checked the two were inseparable. She gave you a snide remark at the question, and while normally your impulse control was pretty decent, hearing her speak to you the way she did was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Before you could even think about what you were even doing you had charged at her, reeling back a fist fueled by all the frustrations and sheer hatred you had carried for her in your heart. She was the reason your life had gone to shit. The reason you lost everyone you had thought cared about you. The reason why you had been so uncomfortably alone for a sweep. She was the very troll that was, and you quote, better than you in every way. And you hated her with every fiber of your being.

Your fist collided with her torso, however, you had left yourself completely open for her counterattack. She grabbed you and quickly swung you around by the collar. Seconds later she hit you straight in the face with her cold, metal arm, sending you skidding backwards on the ground after a less than graceful fall. Broken nose and bleeding mouth aside, you opted for a verbal assault instead of getting yourself into a fight you were almost certain to lose.

To add insult to literal injury, she denied knowing you, Fyero, or anything about the situation she had put you through. 

How did she not remember? Forgetting a date or a name is one thing, but forgetting an entire ordeal was just something you couldn’t wrap your head around. Nothing about what she was saying to you made any sense.

So, you screamed at her, shouting out all the things you had wished you had told her forever ago. You told her she was a hive wrecking, good for nothing down right dirty piece of garbage, how what she was saying was utter bullshit, how she ruined your life, as well as some other things you honestly didn’t recall verbatim in the red haze of your repressed anger. While you were yelling, you hadn’t noticed she had slowly closed the distance between the two of you. You continued to scream, figuring if she was going to beat you to death you might as well give her all you all had to say.

She didn’t punch you again, but you had almost wished she had. She instead crouched down, grabbing your bloodied face with her hands and yanking you into a disgusting snog. Before you could protest this, she hopped back up as quickly as she had come down and gave yet another snide comment, and an ear grating au revoir with a promise to visit later. After she was done with whatever bullshit she was up too. 

>Welp