holiday from real

That was mean, uncalled for even and Ronan knew it. He should have apologised and genuinely felt like he should, was knocking on the door of wanting to, but said nothing as she left. Scaled down the sand dune having had the last word. Ronan started after her for a moment, his jaw tight as he felt blood upon his tongue. Stupid teeth.

Shaking his head, he turned to leave as well, though he didn't know where he was going. Where he ought to be. Couldn't let himself linger on this too long, already had enough to feel bad about. Maybe he'd see her again, maybe not.