GRAYSON'S STRIDES WERE LONG, they put a great distance between her own. He walked faster than she had expected him to, from the vulnerable state he had been didn't seem to matter anymore, he was mad.
She barely could catch up with him. "Grayson?" She called his name for the hundredth time, but he just seemed to walk even quicker almost to the point where she had to run to him, only to keep up with.
"Grayson, could you slow down?" She asked him again. No reply.
"Grayson slow down, please."
That's it. Alison has had enough of his moody behaviour, her cup was filled to the brim and it couldn't hold anymore of his attitude. Stepping in front of him, she put her hand on his chest, those sparks fluttered through her palm causing her to become distracted but she pushed them to the side, her main focus was stopping him from taking another step forward, away from her.
