Re: Greenhouse.
"But it was a relationship," she clarified, and that statement did nothing to ease the fire from her gaze. It mattered that something had existed between him and the woman with the red hair. "Somehow, it was a relationship." She wanted to understand, but she would fill in the blanks herself if she couldn't get him to answer. She filled things in all the time that way, with complete disregard to whether or not they were true.
"I didn't say I was taking everything from you. I don't even know if I want you yet." She scrunched her nose up. "I don't think I do." That didn't mean she wouldn't swing at him. It only meant he wouldn't end up in her box. She had no qualms about killing bad men, and he could very easily become a bad man.
The knuckle tapping against his collar drew her attention, and she noticed he didn't answer her question about always wanting to leave. If he wasn't her one, maybe he was another person's one. Maybe he wanted to leave them. Maybe she would be helping someone else if she swung her axe down on his head and split his skull into two parts. Maybe it would just feel good to do that.
She stared at him.
Then, finally, she stepped back. "You're not him. You're not good enough to be him." Though how she'd come to that conclusion was anyone's guess.
Her hand tightened on the axe. "Run," she whispered.