The anger, pulsing hot and heavy in her blood, was a sharp distraction from the chill settling in her bones. The more she struck at him, the less she felt the ice forming around her toes. Alexandra paid no mind to where her blows struck, relishing only at the contact - at the ache forming in her knuckles. It didn't matter that Philip seemingly wanted her to hit him, nor did she fear what his eventual reaction would be. For a short while, all the world narrowed down to the grief ripping through her and the swing of her arms.
She released a guttural shriek of indignation when he embraced her. For all his invitations and encouragement to hit him, this position lent itself only to frustration on her end. Her nails would have ripped his back to shreds had he less layers on, but instead she left only gouges in his jacket. It wasn't satisfying enough. It wasn't the relief of her tightly wound grief that she normally kept buried deep.
"Let me go!" She shrieked again, not realizing how distraught her own voice was. There was a wetness on her cheeks that she hadn't felt in years - that she hadn't allowed herself to feel since that night when she begged him to grieve with her. "Let me go!" Alexandra shrieked again. "You have no right! You weren't there! You -"
Alexandra didn't finish her statement — she couldn't finish it for the pained sob that came out instead choked out all her other arguments. She stopped clawing at his back, stopped fighting entirely, as she clung to him and cried.
She released a guttural shriek of indignation when he embraced her. For all his invitations and encouragement to hit him, this position lent itself only to frustration on her end. Her nails would have ripped his back to shreds had he less layers on, but instead she left only gouges in his jacket. It wasn't satisfying enough. It wasn't the relief of her tightly wound grief that she normally kept buried deep.
"Let me go!" She shrieked again, not realizing how distraught her own voice was. There was a wetness on her cheeks that she hadn't felt in years - that she hadn't allowed herself to feel since that night when she begged him to grieve with her. "Let me go!" Alexandra shrieked again. "You have no right! You weren't there! You -"
Alexandra didn't finish her statement — she couldn't finish it for the pained sob that came out instead choked out all her other arguments. She stopped clawing at his back, stopped fighting entirely, as she clung to him and cried.