I traipse along behind, having let go of her hand a few blocks back.
I'm less scared now, and more angry. The fury is building inside me, like a huge storm massing at the edge of my consciousness, dark and malevolent; like a pack of hungry rottweilers waiting to be unleashed.
I want payback for my loss. For her loss. I want blood.
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I'm less scared now, and more angry. The fury is building inside me, like a huge storm massing at the edge of my consciousness, dark and malevolent; like a pack of hungry rottweilers waiting to be unleashed.
I want payback for my loss. For her loss. I want blood.
But that doesn't seem too likely here.