Your Heart’s A Mess | Open
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The glass cracked in his grip. It happens without warning, like he’s drawn from the stainless kitchen into a dream, only, it’s a nightmare. The chaos of his past appears so vividly in the present, a flashback, he sees the violence of the Arena. He remembers the swamp he was attacked in, the wolves that buried a knife in his body. He remembers how it felt when the water filled his mouth and how it looked when his blood twisted into the water. Anger and remorse flare in his chest, he hears the dark feral growl of the wolf.
The glass shatters in his grip. It’s only when the thorn like pain digs into his hands that he realizes its broken. Water splashes onto the ground, blood from his hands drips into the remains. Sebastien’s head caretaker glares at him and Ezra himself is glaring down at the mess. He cleans it himself, hastily wraps his hand and leaves the house. Glass is still embedded in his palm, he lets it stay, a constant aching as he shoves his hands into his pockets. Moving through the city for a breath of air, he doesn’t even see the person he collides with till he’s sent a step back. “Sorry,” he muttered.
