will you always find an escape ? | wren

[caden]

Today was beautiful – for winter, that is. The fallen angel had never been a fan of winter. He hated being bundled up in long sleeves and puffy jackets, scarves and hats, and still being cold. It took forever to get into all those layers and just as long to get out of them. Really one big waste of time. The only thing Cade could say he liked about winter was snow. Growing up in Italy, he hadn’t seen much of it, his only experiences coming from the black and white, grainy photography of the day which had never done it justice. The first time he actually got to see snow was once he had become a guardian angel and had been charged with a young girl living in Alaska. One would think that he’d be sick of snow, being around it so much, but while Caden could see the snow, he never got to feel like coldness of it landing on his skin and melting in a blink of an eye. It mind as well had been a picture, albeit a 3D one.

It was soon after the young Salvatore had become a fallen angel when he first played in the snow. It had been with Maggie – he remembered that – and they had gone out and made snow angels (ironic, right?) and had a snow ball fight. Afterwards, they had gone inside and drank hot cocoa and sat in front of her fireplace. A typical snow day. And even though everything had fallen through with Maggie, it didn’t taint the impression of snow that Cade had. And every single experience he had with snow, Cade was as amazed as he had been the first time. The freshly falling snow was what made today beautiful and it was the only reason the blond and ventured out of his apartment, away from his Xbox and an otherwise wasted day.

He was sitting in a café along Main Street, one of those cozy, not chain-owned stores. It had atmosphere that places like Starbucks lacked; overstuffed chairs, dim lighting, the aroma of coffee permeating the air. The spot Cade had chosen had a lovely view of the window to the sidewalk. He could see the white flakes of frozen water drifting lazily from the sky, coating the street, cars, and the hair and jackets of everyone outside. His hated winter gear was spread out on the seat across from him – Owen’s jacket that he had yet to return to the wolf, a scarf that some girlfriend had gotten him for Christmas a couple years back, and a hat that he had picked up on a whim. He was waiting for his drink to be finished, some sort of coffee creation that he had ordered without really knowing what it was; all he wanted was something warm. An old laptop was balanced on Caden’s legs, his feet propped up on the table in front of him. That was probably frowned upon, feet on the table, but no one had said anything yet. He wasn’t looking for company, but wouldn’t object to some.

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this post was made for wren ! and it's a lovely five hundred seventeen words long. cade is wearing what's in the picture above and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[wren]

Shipwreck in a sea of faces
There's a dreamy world up there
Dear friends in higher places
Carry me away from here

"Yes!"

A round blue ball smacked hard against the pins that were situated against the far end of the lane, making a loud clattering sound that seem to echo around the alley. A teenager at one of the lanes had an arm up in the air in victory, her hand curled into a fist and a grin of triumph etched her pale, elegant features. "My game, gentlemen. Pay up." she turned around and smirked nastily to a group of boys who looked her age, sitting behind her and groaning. They had obviously expected a girl like her to lose. Earlier that day, she had challenged them to a few rounds of bowling since most of them had entered and won competitions and they were pretty cocky about it. Wanting to smack them down and show them who's number one, she had said that if she beat any of them in the sport, they were to give a tenner to her. By skill and a stroke of luck, Wren managed to own all four of them total.

After snatching the tenners from their hands, smirking all the way, and changing her bowling shoes into her pair of soft boots, she waved an arm goodbye and excited the alley. Her eyebrows rose when she saw that flakes of snow were falling from the sky, only to settle down and join the rest of the whiteness that was now under her feet. When she had entered the alley this afternoon, the weather was cold and dry; she hadn't expected winter to show it's true colors until tonight. She let out a light giggle and cupped her gloved hands together to allow a falling drop of snow to fall into it. She liked the snow, she liked winter and it's coldness. Winter also meant one thing; spring was on the way and the world would burst with new life.

Suddenly wanting coffee, Wren looked around and spotted a cafe almost immediately. Not bothering to look whether it was Starbucks or not, she hurried over and entered the cafe. She realized at once that this wasn't Starbucks at all; this cafe wasn't that big and it lacked the busy atmosphere that Starbucks often had. But the different thing was that this cafe was cozy and comfortable; the perfect place to spend your winter evening. A few minutes later, she was sitting at a table, a cup of black coffee in front of her and her cream Burberry jacket slung behind her seat. Her blue eyes looked around the place in content and her eyebrows pulled together into a frown when she saw two feet on a table near the window. She glanced towards the offender; a young man with shaggy blonde hair. There was a laptop balanced on his legs. He sure had a lot of nerve; pulling something like that in a public area. Honestly, hadn't his parents taught him anything?

Glaring now, the brunette got up and stalked over. It wasn't normally in her nature to be a manners expert, but she just couldn't stand the sight of feet on the table. As quick as lightning, she snatched the laptop from the boy's legs, put it down on the seat across him which was filled with winter clothing for some reason, pushed his legs down from the table before turning her back to him and returning to her seat. Acting as though nothing had happened, she sipped her coffee and checked her iPhone, not bothering to see his reaction.

[caden]

This computer was much too slow for Cade’s liking. Though to be fair, there were others out there that were even slower than this laptop. Like the computers at the library that he had first been forced to use when he moved here while waiting to get internet in his apartment. Cade didn’t entirely understand why he didn’t just buy a new laptop; he had the money for it and didn’t have the patience it required to deal with this one. It was scary, sometimes, not understanding your own motives for things. Actually, he didn’t understand his own motives a good portion of the time. If you couldn’t understand yourself, then who could? There really was no room for him to complain then, about the laptop that was, if he was too lazy or whatever to actually do anything about it. Besides, Caden had nothing but time on his hands, so what was a few extra minutes? He liked to complain though, and would continue to do so. The blonde might have been a slight brat, if it wasn’t already obvious. It seemed like forever and half before the laptop finally opened Cade’s e-mail like he had wanted it to. He was quickly disappointed after finding that there was nothing but junk in there. A good ten minutes of his life wasted.

Getting ready to change sites, he suddenly found his laptop’s lid being slammed down – narrowly missing his fingers – and being pulled off his propped up legs. The girl stomped away, but not before rudely hitting his feet off the table. After a moment or two of pure bewilderment that was painting his otherwise handsome feature due to the exact cause of the brunette hurricane that had just swirled through, a smile spread on his face. So he had annoyed someone. Cade became happy over the weirdest thing. Leaving the laptop and the winter clothing on the chair, he walked up to the counter to grab his drink that must’ve been called awhile back. Honestly, if anything got stolen from that chair, it was nothing that Caden couldn’t replace. The fallen angel made a big show of walking towards the girl’s table on the way up to the counter, like he was going to approach her about what she had done, but then skirted it a the last second. It was after he got his drink that he headed towards her table with the intent of sitting down.

And sit down he did. The blonde pulled the chair that was across from hers, setting his drink on the table and saying nothing for a minute or so. He was watching her play with her iPhone nonchalantly, like she hadn’t just gone into a random fit of seemingly bipolar rage. Though as mentioned before, he didn’t have the patience that most immortal beings seemed to possess. So instead of waiting for her to react, which is what Cade really wanted to do, he reached across the table and neatly plucked the iPhone out of her hands and placed it in the middle of the table. “May I ask what I did to anger you so much?” Cade began, knowing full well exactly what he had done. He kept an air of innocence around him, his face a careful mixture of surprise and guiltlessness. The kid should’ve been an actor. He played with his coffee cup, swirling the contents, instead of drinking it. It wasn’t all that hot anymore, mostly because he had let it sit at the counter for much longer than was intended. Though that wasn’t why he wasn’t drinking it at the moment. Caden knew as soon as he tried to take a sip of it, his constructed facial expression would fall apart and he’d start to smile.

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this post was made for wren ! and it's a lovely six hundred thirty words long. cade is wearing what's in the picture above and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[wren]

Shipwreck in a sea of faces
There's a dreamy world up there
Dear friends in higher places
Carry me away from here

Bejeweled was fun, Wren noted, her fingers moving swiftly across the screen and earning points rapidly. She had a sharp eye for spotting diamonds and where to move them. It gave her something to do other than glaring furiously at the blonde offender at the next table. Whenever she picked up her drink to take a sip of coffee, she always made sure that her eyes didn't land on him. Because she knew that if she did, the whole cafe was going down. She didn't want anything to spoil her wintry day today, and certainly not some blonde devil which was rapidly beginning to dislike just by him being in the same place that she was. He sure had a lot of guts putting up his legs like that and to think that he could get away with it...hah.

A tiny smirk of triumph illuminated her features; from winning the game again and for shoving someone's legs down a table. As she was about to start on another round, she heard a chair pull back and saw that blonde offender walking towards her table. He made a gala affair of doing it, until he moved away at the last second and headed towards the counter instead. Wren blinked once, rolled her eyes and allowed herself to get caught up in the game once again. Oh yes, she was hellbent on ignoring this boy for the moment; patience had its limits after all, why not push it to the max? Sooner or later, she was bound to blow in this place away. She then closed 'Bejeweled' and changed it to 'Anger of Stickman 2' It showed exactly how she was feeling at the moment as she whacked the other colored stickmen as violently as she could. The game had all kinds of weapons, and the bat was her favorite to use. Wren then imagined a bat appearing out of nowhere and she whacking it on the offender's head. She smirked again and still holding the phone, reached for her coffee.

Son of a bitch!

[/i] Wren swore in her mind, furious when she heard footsteps approaching her table again. She didn't bother moving her head up, but instead used her eyes to do so and she could have yelled when she saw him approaching. Fuming now, the brunette ignored him when he pulled the chair across from her and sat down. There was silence for a moment, her ignoring him and soon reaching Stage 5 of the bloody, violent game. She almost lost her head when her phone was plucked out of her hands and placed in the middle of the table; the game still on. "Fuck."[/color] she swore, her arm shooting out and pressing the button that was situated in the middle of the device, switching off the game before her character's life bar reached zero.

Looking annoyed now, Wren leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. She raised an eyebrow when he asked her very innocently what did he do wrong. Of all the bloody nerve. "Don't give me that 'may i ask' crap."[/b] she snorted, rolling her eyes. "If you wanted a footstool, go get your own and bring it over instead of using the damn table as one. Honestly, where did you misplace your brains?[/b]

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[caden]

This girl was certainly interesting. Cade would give her that. A light smile toyed with his lips when she swore and quickly closed out of whatever game she had been playing before he took her iPhone. He wasn’t entirely sure why he found that amusing, but he did all the same. Then again, who even knew why Caden smiled half the time anyway? He was a guy who was in a perpetually good mood, very little actually getting another response. Some people enjoyed the fact that he was always happy, seeing it as a mood lifter for themselves. Cade had actually been told by some people that he brightened their day, a confidence booster he probably didn’t need all that much. And then there were those who were in a never ending bad mood and who hated their opposites. People like Cade. He got the feeling that this girl might be one of those people. Already, she seemed much angrier than their current situation warranted. Caden got the feeling of a black cloud being over her, almost all the time, sucking any joy and contentment out of the room. A big storm of angry. It was a harsh judgment to make already, but he couldn’t stop himself.

The next words out of her mouth only strengthened his initial impression, if it didn’t flat out prove it. They were so bitter, over something that was so stupid too. He had no idea why his feet on the table had caused such a problem for her, only know that it had. She must’ve been all about manners or something. Obviously feet on the table was a huge offense to her. Caden laughed, full out laughed, at her statement. It wasn’t laughing at the girl – even though he did find her whole attitude funny – but more at the fact that he had heard those words so many times before, or ones that were in the same ballpark. All while growing up, his mother had wanted to know where his mind had been when he’d done stupid things. If she didn’t ask once a day, then Cade was sick or something else was wrong. The worst had been when he had bought his first motorcycle. They had been relatively new at the time and almost ten times more dangerous than they were now. His mom had almost had a heart attack. She had a huge fit, storming around the house and refusing to speak to her only son until he returned the motorcycle. Mama Salvatore hadn’t wanted him to ever get on the thing, but once Cade proved how careful he was when riding it, she relaxed a little. That didn’t stop her from voicing her opinion every time he went somewhere on it, always asking why she hadn’t raised a better son. Trying to cover up his laugh, Cade quickly brought his drink to his mouth and tipped the cup back, taking a mouthful of the liquid. “I’m guessing it’s safe to assume that you got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he said finally, waiting for another barrage of insulting words. Bring it on.

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this post was made for wren ! and it's a lovely five hundred twenty four words long. cade is wearing what's in the picture above and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[wren]

Shipwreck in a sea of faces
There's a dreamy world up there
Dear friends in higher places
Carry me away from here

Anyone who ever has an encounter with Wren Lasseur (woe betide them if they ever did and thank heaven if they did not) would immediately know that this was the kind of person you wouldn't like to anger. Even if they tried to stay out of her way and make attempts to be nice, one toe out of line and they'll immediately regret it. The girl was impossible; there wasn't even a single spark of happiness in her from their point of view and she was constantly a freaking time bomb due to explode any moment. Even a smiling, happy person could tick her off. And worse, she was bitter and undeniably bitchy- taking out her anger at herself at others. She obviously hadn't the desire to appreciate life, all that had been sucked out a long time ago and she would happily plead for people to kill her if they could but it would be useless and she knew it.

A long time ago she wasn't like this. But really, what could anyone do about it hm?

Focusing back to the present, the devil in front of her could be a representative from hell for all she knew when he smiled, as though he was amused by the whole thing. Yes, it was foolish to get angry over such a small matter; of course it was; she scoffed in her mind. Like Sable had used to reminded her, let it go. But Wren always had trouble keeping her temper in check and the male sitting across the table smiling away was not helping at all. He was probably the kind of people who with their sunny personalities brightened up the days of others and lit up a whole room just by being there. Her, on the other hand, cleared out one just by standing in the doorway with a thunderous look. Wren's brow twitched. Oh yes, she knew herself very well indeed.

It wasn't often that she decided to put her immortal gifts to use, but she just had to use them to take a look into the boy's mind across from her. Seriously, what went on in that pretty little head of his? His aura was bright too, from her point of view. Reading his thoughts, she scowled. Her assumption was right in the first place; he was sunny, happy kind. He also thought her attitude pretty funny, which made her scowl even more and his thoughts about her almost made her mouth curl into a wry smile. It was the same old shit everyday. She almost flew off the edge when he laughed, as though she had cracked a joke or something. Not bothering to find out why, her blue eyes narrowed into slits and she shook her head. He was good looking yes; she'll give him that but his personality was seriously driving her up the wall. His next words made her shake her head even more and grit her teeth. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of provoking her. Hell no.

"I see bouncy idiots like you everyday." the brunette snorted, giving him a withering look. "You treat life as though it is rainbows and butterflies. Wake up already. It's nothing but a whole block of crap."

[/b] Her voice was bitter at the end, and she turned away from him, gazing out the window, dying for him to leave.


note: I think I rambled too much. pardon her language; she does this all the time. <3





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[caden]

She was going to be a puzzle. Whoever this girl was. How could she be so upset over nothing? Maybe there was some other incident that had set her off and Caden was just getting the backlash. That sounded much more logical than her just being generally angry, but he supposed that could be possible. If so, he felt bad for the brunette. Cade couldn’t understand how people couldn’t be happy. Of course not happy all the time – that was almost impossible – but being happy most of the time. Life was short, unless you were immortal. Whether or not she was, she still should try to take advantage of life. Who wanted to be completely miserable their whole life? It was a waste. Or at least, all of this was the fallen angel’s opinion. He guessed people could do whatever they wanted with their lives, but that didn’t stop him from having an opinion on it. The only thing Cade wouldn’t do was push his beliefs on others. That was so annoying when it happened to him, so he wouldn’t do that to the angry girl.

Speaking of, the blonde realized that he still didn’t know her name. “I believe I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Cade,” he said, offering his hand for her to shake. Caden didn’t think she’d take him up on that offer. In fact, she’d probably scorn it somehow and make him feel dumb for even thinking about a handshake. It wasn’t something people did all that often anymore, but the fallen had been raised to be polite so polite he would be. Even if she wouldn’t appreciate it. “I don’t believe I’ve caught your name either,” he added onto the end. Again, Cade figured she’d somehow blow off the question, but he’d be persistent about this one. He wanted to be able to refer to her as a name, instead of thinking “her” and “girl”. The blonde hated not having a name to match with a face. Drove him absolutely insane. It might’ve been because he met so m any people in his lifetime and couldn’t even remember half of their names but could remember what all of them looked like. It was his way of making up for that little drawback of immortal life, he assumed. Forgetting , that was. While he was in the present and able to find out information he needed, then why not go for it?

He wondered if it was something pretty to match her appearance or something reflecting her personality. Or maybe it was just some random name her parents liked. The fallen was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he had almost forgotten to pay attention to the girl. Let’s just say she snapped him back to reality real quick with a snippy insult. Cade smirked, a smirk that with each word grew a little bigger until it was another full smile. Leave it to him to be happy when people yelled at him. Though based on the rest of her response, Caden could decide that his previous thoughts had been answered. It seemed as though she was always this angry, especially if she had such a horrible outlook on life. “Trust me, sweetheart,” Cade said, his tone implying that he knew she’d take offense to the nickname. “I think I’ve seen enough of the world to already understand that. I, however, have decided to make the most of it.” She’d find some sort of fault with that.

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this post was made for wren ! and it's a lovely five eighty three words long. cade is wearing what's in the picture above and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[wren]

Shipwreck in a sea of faces
There's a dreamy world up there
Dear friends in higher places
Carry me away from here

The guy had guts. Wren couldn't help but think that as she stared unblinkingly through the looking glass, watching vehicles drive slowly by and at the same time, struggled to fight the snow. She couldn't help but think that their efforts were futile and they shouldn't be bothered trying to do so in the first place. Why not just...give up? That's it. That was what she was doing with her life now. Giving up. Giving up trying to find ways to fade away from the earth. It was against her nature- she was born not to give up but already Wren was losing hope. She took out her sadness by exploding on others. Depressing yes, but that was the way she was at the moment.

Wren continued to ignore the blonde boy sitting opposite her, taking no notice as out of the corner of her eye, saw his hand out, offering for her to shake it. He introduced himself as Cade. She wouldn't have cared less if he said a ridiculous name. She was just waiting. Waiting for him to give up on her and walk out the door. "My name isn't worth saying." was her flat reply, appearing to talk more to the window than at him. The name had been given to her by her father himself- as his wife had always liked wrens, but the fact remained that her father was insane- who also tried to marry her off and she wasn't about to say her own name which she now despised in a way. Anger bubbled up in her as she thought of Jacques, the man which she hated. She wondered where he was now- like she could actually care less and she hoped that he somehow died too. Knowing him, he probably was lying six feet underground at the moment hopefully. Since his wife's death, he had been nothing but insane on his children.

Cade's next words forced her to finally look at him, her face twisting with irritation. The smile on his face reminded her of a clown who kept laughing at his own joke. Her fingers itched to push the table in front of her over. The way he called her 'sweetheart' was enough to make her retch. "Well, whoohoo."

[/b] she said mockingly, clapping her hands slowly. "Good on you, buster. Since you seem to enjoy making the most out of it, why don't you go jump off a building or at least go bother someone else hmm?"

As soon as she finished her words, the door to the cafe opened and the group of boys who were bowling with her before she came, entered. They were talking loudly and chatting happily before their eyes landed on the brunette, who had an expression of horror on her face. Trust these idiots to enter when she had another idiot sitting opposite her. She looked at Cade and then looked back at the group behind her. Surrounded by nothing but idiots in the tiny cafe. Oh shit.

"Hey, it's Wren!" one of them called out.

Knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to stay calm now, she gathered up her things with amazing speed and not even bothering to say goodbye, she was out the door in seconds, running.


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[caden]

She was certainly in a mood and he was beginning to decide that it wasn’t just him. There was no way he could’ve pissed her off this much already. Because while Cade did have a talent for doing that to people, he had only known her for a few minutes and there was no way he could’ve done all of this. Who knew what else had angered her, but Caden was going to refuse to believe that she was just naturally a nasty person. Blame it on the stupid angel genes he had, but the blonde hated to assume the worst of people and he wouldn’t do it now. He was silently make all sorts of excuses in his head for her as to why she wasn’t all that happy today, trying to figure out if he could maybe fix it somehow. That was partially the angel’s blood fault too, the want to help someone even if it was hopeless. It was a little hard for him to make her happy if he didn’t even know the source of her anger. Cade’s eyes followed the girl’s out the window and into the street. He was partially saddened to see that some of the snow was beginning to turn into a dirty, slushy mush where the cars were driving through it. He hated to see new snow destroyed like that, hated seeing its beauty taken away.

He had actually wanted to know the girl’s name, but wasn’t surprised to not get it. Maybe she was paranoid about strangers and didn’t want to share her personal information, but Caden felt that it had more to do with the fact she was being intentionally spiteful. The brunette was turning out to be extremely complicated. The fallen frowned slightly, trying to figure out a way to get her name anyway. Sure, it sounded a bit creepy taken out of context, but he was a persistent bugger and wouldn’t rest until he knew it. Cade wasn’t all that shocked her next comment either. He had come to expect something along those lines. The blonde wasn’t going to let that mess with his mood at all. If anything, it would only make him try harder to make her happy. “Now why would I want to do that? I’m having fun right here.” he asked in a calm tone, a light smile on his face. This response seemed counterproductive to his goal, but that was just how he worked.

Then a rowdy group of young men came in, which dampened Caden’s mood slightly. He wasn’t a fan of this generation, believing they lacked all sorts of manners that he had been raised on (but didn’t always typically follow). His gaze traveled from them to the girl’s face. By her expression, it was easy to deduce that she knew these guys and wasn’t all that fond of them. They called out a name, her name most likely, as they too recognized her. Everything after that happened quickly. The girl – he was going to assume that her name was Wren – had gathered up all of her things and was out of the café at lightning speed. And with Cade’s stupid hero complex, he was on his feet almost as quickly but slightly delayed. He raced after Wren, pausing only to grab Owen’s coat because it was the wolf’s, leaving the rest of his belongings abandoned on the chair. “Hey! Hey, Wren!” he called, unsure exactly why he was following her but feeling like he couldn’t let her get away. Luckily, he had long legs and seemed to be gaining on her.

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[wren]

Shipwreck in a sea of faces
There's a dreamy world up there
Dear friends in higher places
Carry me away from here

Okay, it was stupid to run away from a group of idiots immediately the moment she saw them but her temper had almost got the better of her there and not feeling the mood to flare up in front of a group of people, the best solution she could think off at that time was to run.

And run she did, her boots leaving prints in the snow and she sprinted down the street, narrowly missing others who seemed to struggle to fight the mass of white surrounding them. Her breath coming out in clouds, she continued running before a thought occurred to her; what in shit's name am I doing? She almost stopped right there, to actually stop and think about her actions before a call sounded behind her, a call with her name in it. Not wanting to look around and see that stupid group of imbeciles who probably wanted to know what was her problem, she merely picked up her pace. If she had actually stopped to glance over her shoulder, she wouldn't see the group, but the blonde devil whose legs she had knocked off the table. And those legs were on full throttle now, coming after her like a dog who just had his first taste of freedom.

It was only after she had finally reached an old, familiar stone bridge that was at the edge of town that she finally stopped to fully catch her breath. A frozen pond stood before her, and if it had been summer, the water would be warm and there would be colorful fishes swimming in it. Wren cracked a smile; she hadn't visited this place for a while. It was quiet, it was tranquil; no idiots to disturb her. The brunette sighed, walked forward and leaned against the stone, blinking at the mirror below her that was the pond. A pretty, unhappy face stared back at her through bright blue eyes, that would sparkle if she so much as smiled. For a moment there, she considered jumping and hopefully crack her skull in the process, but even if she did, fat chance that death would come. And besides, it would be a crappy way to die; have your head going splat and people finding your corpse in a frozen pond. Nah.

Only then did Wren glance behind her, and she groaned out loud. It wasn't the idiots that she had heard calling just now; it was that Cade dude, and he had followed her. She didn't bother to look whether he was walking or running or not, merely simply turned back to the pond. Either way, she wasn't in the mood to sprint off again. She could deal with him alright; her mood seemed to have calmed for now, amidst the raging torrent of anger that lurked inside her. She sat down and dangled her legs over the edge of the bridge, feeling rather content but yet still ticked off. Multiple times she had been told to stay calm; take deep breaths and the anger will go away, but instead, it had the opposite effect; it made her even much more angrier.

Oh yes, she had issues.

"Oh, it's you again."

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