[ But then he screams. Suddenly and without warning, like his heart is being ripped from his chest. Like it's the only thing that he can do in response, his gloved right hand gripping at his head and the other clawing at the ground like it's the only thing keeping him connected with anything besides blinding pain.
She's always prided herself on being the sensible one, the type of woman who might wear her heart on her sleeve, but in an almost guarded and sensible way. She has to be. But the moment she hears him, sees him drop and clutch at himself and the ground below him, that melts away almost immediately.
It doesn't make sense and she should probably be worried about that, but even before she lets herself think or process any kind of danger, she moves. Sweeping in by his side, she tries to grab for his right wrist in an attempt to pull it away.
Because she needs to see what happened, she needs to know why he's screaming. She needs to figure out a way to fix this.
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She's always prided herself on being the sensible one, the type of woman who might wear her heart on her sleeve, but in an almost guarded and sensible way. She has to be. But the moment she hears him, sees him drop and clutch at himself and the ground below him, that melts away almost immediately.
It doesn't make sense and she should probably be worried about that, but even before she lets herself think or process any kind of danger, she moves. Sweeping in by his side, she tries to grab for his right wrist in an attempt to pull it away.
Because she needs to see what happened, she needs to know why he's screaming. She needs to figure out a way to fix this.
And she needs to find a way to get him to stop. ]