A/N: Written in less than 30 minutes during Language Arts.
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Emotions are the most powerful fuel, when you consider their ability to both destroy and create. There are the primary emotions; grief, love, happiness, and fear, and the secondary emotions; sadness, anger, and ecstasy. The most powerful are fear, anger, and love, which tend to merge together.
She wants to say that the destruction of her kitchen was pure, unadulterated rage, that she had nothing else she could do. But $100 worth of damage later and she doesn't know why she's doing it anymore. She's glad she isn't a pyromaniac, or a lot more than a bunch of cheap plates would be destroyed.
He stops her from destroying the plates, and stays up all night holding her wrists to keep her from destroying anything else. And when he leaves in the morning, she is calm, and so she waits. She eventually makes her way back to the kitchen, and 30 minutes later is still cleaning up. The radio is playing, and her stomach hurts too much to be doing anything.
The radio makes the mistake of repeating, almost nonchalantly, the 2-week-old missing person's report, and quickly finds itself thrown against the wall, shattered in a million pieces. She feels sorry for the wall, but as long as she's this angry, she can't really do anything.
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She goes outside only to go to 7-11 to get band-aids for her hands and Aleve for her stomach. Somehow, this leads to buying Vault and chocolate ice cream. She is at the checkout counter, counting her money, when a man shoves her aside. He has a gun. Demands money.
For the third time, she snaps.
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She is sitting just beyond the crime scene tape, drinking her Vault and watching the paramedics prepare the would-be robber for transport to the hospital. The robber chose the wrong time to rob the store. He ends up with a broken arm, three broken ribs, a concussion, and internal bleeding from being shot in the leg.
She has a scrape on her arm from running into the brick wall as she dragged the robber outside.
A familiar car pulls up and she waves at the occupants as they get out and survey the scene. She is still sitting, attempting to eat her ice cream before it melts, but it's a lost cause.
She tells them what happened and they both laugh. As if they expect anything else from her.
He pulls her to her feet, tells her she's earned un-melted ice cream. She laughs, following him as they walk across the street to the ice cream store, both unaware that they are holding hands.
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The man is arrested, and threatens to press charges.
She just laughs, sitting on the bench at the beach, eating ice cream as she listens to the story.
He doesn't spare any details, as he is the reason the man wants to press charges. But it'll make a funny story one of these days.
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A/N: What I do instead of reading The Odyssey. Review?