Trigger warning: Manipulation and Abuse
"You, your that woman from that day," Michel said, quickly making his way to her. The bag he carried at his side, hitting against his waist.
The woman patted the ground around her, trying to make out the direction of the voice that has a bit of familiarity to her.
"Are you ok?" Michel asked as she flailed her arms everywhere to try and pinpoint his location.
He bent closer and saw that her eyes were white as sheets while her hands finally touched him. She felt along his face, trying to make out who he may be.
Her arms and face were covered in bruises and her hair is even more of a mess than it usually is.
"What's wrong?" Michel asked again as she continued to touch his face. She can't seem to make out his face or his voice as she huffed in annoyance. "Can't you see?"
