Itching for a Fight

[Elyse]

Soon enough, the dojo wasn't empty anymore. Nox's scent gave him away. She only knew one person that smelled like that - like nothing. Elyse didn't stop hitting at first, even after he spoke. She took a couple more swings at the bag before she paused, her breathing heavy and her blood pumping. She faced Nox, sitting on the floor, his boots off and next to him.

"It's not just Jay and last night," she said, stretching a bit. "It's everything...it's my parents, my dad, the break up, the suicidal thoughts, it's the not knowing what family is anymore, and it's the fucking guilt."

Elyse sighed. "I'm tired, Nox. I'm tired of moping around and being fucking depressed all the time, and this helps. This makes me feel normal. Maybe not forever, but for now it will. I'm going to have a good fucking day, damn it."

Elyse didn't know if her words were hollow or not, but it didn't matter. What matter was she was trying and for the first time in a long time, she felt really good. Elyse went back to the bag and hit it a couple more times before she turned back to Nox. "Could you hold the bag for me. It's better when it's not flopping around so much," she gave an encouraging smile. Or...would you like to take a few swings yourself?"