The surprise day [Griffin/Gaby]

The knuckles found home in his nose. 

He fell from the sudden act of violence, the ground touching his back cold and filthy. A dreadful thought came before the aching pain. The gravel of the ground had stained the clothes which were just recently ironed and washed. Then, comes a low whimper from the back of throat and a sledgehammer that pounded against his face, shattering him. 

If it was literal, he would have died. 

The sensation is odd. It was an aching that burnt the contents underneath his skin and sent his heart on a sprint. He could hear the swift pumping it without pressing his palm on his chest. The whole world seems to have stopped for a moment and he was the only individual in motion. But, even then, he doesn't slide his two optics to the striker. Instead, they turned to check if the fall had caused major damages to his shirt. 

He only finds relief when he figured that the milk color of the clothing was only smeared by a few particles of dirt and mud. The two orbs shifted again, this time to the attacker while elbows propped his body. He - the attacker - was gone already, the black figurine of a man which hurried along a shadowed alley. His mind possesses him back only when he spots a group of peacekeepers, their white suits bringing another wave of relief to his innards. 

"Thanks for saving my life." 

He moves his eyes to the source of the voice. 

He doesn't give a reply immediately. Instead, he brushes the dirt off the fabric of his shirt. 

"No, I didn't save you. It was an accidental hit."