modere sat patiently still underneath that old oak tree. he had noticed that hermia had grown quiet for a while.
she did walk back towards him, but seemed to have either just stood there or walked away. modere decided to wait until she nudged him to keep moving.
slowly, he hears footsteps coming towards him, grabbing ahold of his stick, he anticipates hermia telling him to get going.
"shit," she said instead, and runs off in the direction they walked from.
modere, suddenly alarmed and confused, stands up.
"hermia?" modere calls out to no one.
he pokes around with his tree branch, hoping to bump into something or someone that could've seen hermia run away. "hermia!"
why would she run away? from me?
modere and hermia promised to never leave each other without telling the other. modere knew something was wrong.
he moves his branch around him, until he bumps into someone.
"what the hell?" a guy yelps in surprise. "what, are you blind?"
"sorry," modere moves his stick away from the person.
modere continues through the path, but quickly turns back around to the person he bumped into.
"have you seen a girl?" he asks. he hopes the guy hadn't walked away.
"yeah, why does it matter to you?" modere notices that the guy's voice was growing closer to him.
"well i need to know where she is. she's about average height, well at least that's what she told me, and short hair, i think-"
"i know who you're talking about. she's my ex girlfriend. how do you know her?" the person's voice grew more agitated. and slightly threatening.
modere decided to test his patience. he suddenly knew why hermia ran away. whoever her ex was, he didn't seem like someone she still loved.
"she's my girlfriend. what's it to you?"
"and who the hell do you think you are, asshole?"
"her boyfriend, that's what i said," modere tightened his grip around the branch. he knew he was probably treading tough waters.
"the fuck-"
suddenly a rush of pain reverberates through his skull. and then his cheeks. and his mouth.
modere stumbles backwards and trips over the branch he dropped. falling hard on his back he is attacked with more blows to his stomach, and chest.
"who the fuck do you think-" two blows to the chest.
"you are-" three kicks to the stomach.
"you nerdy ass fucker," a punch to the head.
"fucking MY GIRLFRIEND-" modere silently takes the crushing blows.
"like you're some nice PIECE OF SHIT-" he continues to punch modere, grunting in between blows.
he doesn't stop until, someone comes and pulls the guy off of modere, lifting a huge weight off of his chest.
"stop it!" someone yells at hermia's ex. "the hell are you doing to this guy?!"
"he FUCKING DESERVED IT!" modere lays on the ground. he feels something cool and wet dripping down into his mouth. the copper taste scared him.
"let him go!" the woman screams at the ex, and tugs him away from the wounded modere.
modere crawled a short distance back to that tree, slouching down underneath that shade, wounded, but he felt numb.
he sat still, unmoving waiting patiently for hermia. like he had before.
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broken eyes
Historia Corta"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "
