Oh! How Long Has it Been? {East}

Fletcher shuddered at the sound of Heron’s voice, and turned to look at her, laughing on the ground. “Fletch… thanks.” Fletcher felt the anger flare. He didn’t want her thanks, what he had done was despicable; picking on a girl half his size, whether she deserved it or not, was wrong. The look Alda had on her face before she ran away, that fear… Damn, he hated himself right now. He didn’t want anyone to ever look at him like that again.

“Don’t Heron, I took it too far. I should have just told her to go home.” He shook his head in disgust and made his way over to Heron. He kneeled down in front of her, and put hands on her shoulders. “You okay?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in a questioning manner. “She didn’t get under your skin, did she?” What Alda had said, and how Heron replied worried Fletcher. What if Heron is a little less than sane? How was he supposed to help her? Of course he’d try his best, but was he supposed to go at it alone?