Heart of Glass

“Fuck you,” Ruìsāng hissed to the man in front of him, fury burning hotter than the sun. He would have hit him. He almost did it, almost smashed his teeth out of his stupid skull. He’d have left him there to die. It wouldn’t have mattered. But then, the echo of his mother's fear pierced through his rage, shattering his anger like fragile glass. His fists, clenched so tightly, loosened their grip, and the fight left him. He turned away, leaving the battleground of words and that man behind.

He didn’t know how long he had been walking outside. The rain fell, merging with his own internal tempest as he walked, aimless and lost, beneath the weeping sky. His Mawile walked by his side, offering silent support.

A careless collision jolted him and he took a step back, nearly losing his balance. “Watch where you’re going,” he hissed, too sharp, harsh words dripped with irritation, but in the next breath, a sudden awareness overtook him. He blinked, once, twice, three times, before looking at a woman who was crouching down on the pavement.

Ehm.

“Sorry, that—” he stammered. Fuck. “That was unnecessary. Are you—” The words hung in the air, a feeble attempt to bridge the gap between his anger and the world beyond. Gods, he wasn’t the right person for this. “Are you okay?” he managed, his voice softer, an olive branch extended. She probably didn’t deserve this either.