~WREN~
After minutes of looking, I find him in the gym punching anything punchable and stand back to watch him. He seems even more furious than he was before and I'm not sure approaching him is the best idea. What if he turns on me.
He wouldn't, right? I ask myself inwardly and then make up my mind to leave before he can see me. Too bad, he turns around and locks eyes with me. He is breathing hard and his look is intimidating. Why the hell did I think that looking for him was a good idea.
I watch him and study his whole body. There's evidence of hints of blood. I swallow hard and meet his eyes.
"Wren," he tries.
"Is that yours?" I ask indicating to the blood. He remains silence. I'm so afraid that he might have done something bad. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand.
"I noseb
