Aiden didn’t know what the hell he was doing walking the halls of a institute he didn’t even go to. His heart was beating out of his chest when reaching the dance studio — one of many, actually. Not daring to go inside, he took another breath, then he got cold feet. Suddenly, a ballerina showed up in the hall. Far from familiar, but enough for him to become a shadow, storming out the building, faster than light. Clenching his jaw, his hand tapped the inner pocket of his jacket; simply needing to remind himself his flask was still there. Too stressed out to focus, he was about to cross the street. Lucky for him, someone held him back. It only took a second before a massive truck passed right in front of him.
Elliot had been out for a walk, later then he had planned to be, but he just couldn’t seem to relax since what had happened at prom. He moved back when he saw the man come storming out of one of the buildings, but when he realized that he wasn’t even looking before he crossed the street, he rushed forward, grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking him back just before the truck sped past them. He quickly let go and stepped back, looking between the man and the street with wide eyes as he realized what had almost happened.
