𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐱𝐢𝐱. 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ғɪᴠᴇ
ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

"God damn it, Leo! What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything! I was just walking, and the guy fuckin' grabbed me!"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?!"

They're speaking in hushed tones, almost a hiss rather than a whisper.

"Everything was going fine, I swear! I haven't done anything wrong, okay?!"

"Then why did he grab you like that?!"

"Jesus, I don't know!"

"Bullshit! He was looking at you like you just murdered his entire family!"

"He probably doesn't even have a family!"

"Maybe, maybe not! But that's besides the point!"

"What did you expect me to do, let him beat me up?!"

Silence.

"Izzy!"

"What do you want me to say, congratulations, you're an idiot?!"

"Well, no, but- you could have at least defended me!"

"We're already on thin ice, okay? I don't want to risk Jorge kicking us the hell out of this place."

"We could make it, Iz. I know we could."

"Leo, I appreciate the optimism, but you don't know that. We barely made it here."

"Iz-"

"I can't lose anyone else, okay? I just... I just can't."

Leo is silent for a moment. He understands why she's afraid. They had already lost so many people.

"I know."

"Glad we're on the same page, Leo."

The conversation comes to a halt at the sight of the same man who Leo had an altercation with earlier. Both of them freeze, staring at him.

The man spots the two, and his face contorts to a darker expression, one that's angry, and vengeful.

His footsteps grow heavy as he approaches, his breathing growing louder, and more labored.