#rammingdatbooty

      Dull eyes stared lifelessly out the window, blind to the smattering of raindrops that now adorned the glass, her gaze instead focussing on the derelict building barely visible among the trees at the edge of town. 

      She knew he was there. Ever since the... incident that was where he had been. They had barely talked since then. Questions clouded her mind, making her overthink everything about their recent interactions. Was he avoiding her? Had she said something? Should she go talk to him? 

      Soft hands quickly released their grasp on the blade as it was snatched from her grip, teeth gently biting into her lip in order to suppress the sudden rush of emotion. It wasn’t his fault, of course. He had every right to tell her to leave his personal property alone. It was simply the voice, raised and sharp, that had hurt her more than the words themselves.

      Huffing as she rose from beside the whining man, Polly snatched the bottle off the table and turned to put it away.

      After he had turned up at her door, bloody and cursing, Polly had feared that something awful had happened... again. Shaky hands and teary eyes could barely even handle the job of cleaning up the gash. However, panic and remorse had quickly soured, turning to bitter anger as Axel had explained that, no, nothing bad had happened. He had simply been training despite his doctor’s orders and had pushed it too far. Any tears she had previously had were gone as she stabbed at the wound with the cotton, eliciting the sharp reaction.

      “Yes,” the blonde woman panted, hopping slightly so as to pull on her other sock whilst still moving, “which means I have opening shift at the shop and I have to be there in 5 minutes.” 

      Catching herself on the wall, Polly regained her balance, hauling her bag over her shoulder as she looked back.