Loud. It's all so loud. The screams, the cursing, both men throwing fists at one another. I only care about one. Fionn is over the unknown guy and adrenaline fills every part of my body. Blood, there is too much blood.
The club goes quiet when his last swing makes contact with my chest, making me tumble to the ground.
My camera shatters onto the floor and my heart follows after.
No, no, no, no, no.
The guilt in Fionn's face is clear once he saw it was me that he hit. He's quickly blurred by the tears that are starting to cloud my eyes. The crowd is looking at me with their pity stares. Some are just simply staring, not knowing what to think about the damsel in distress who walked into a bar. Mind, she's underage, stupid girl. Stupid me.
I kneel down and grab the pieces. Why am I anyway? It's broken, it's shattered.
"Lola I. . ." Fionn gets up and tries to approach me and I don't let him, holding my hand up.
"Stay there and don't touch me."
"You're hurt. I didn't mean—" He tries again and I'm quick to pull myself together, putting my broken camera into my bag. I push through the sea of drunks and I wipe my damp face.
"Lola!"
He called and I don't listen.
For once, I didn't listen.
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Muse. | Fionn Whitehead
Fanfiction"Hey, I know we just met but... can I take pictures of you?" And that's what started it all. Except, if only it were that simple. ••• [Short Story]
