(Two Days Ago - The Capital Streets)
Thomas stood in an alleyway in the Lower District, clutching a satchel of volatile vials to his chest. It was raining. He was cold. And he was, without a doubt, an idiot.
He shouldn't be here. He should be in his lab, where it was warm, dry, and predictable.
He closed his eyes, but the image of Rosalie from that morning wouldn't leave him alone.
She hadn't been her usual chaotic self. She had been pacing the lab, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen. She hadn't eaten the breakfast he'd awkwardly left on her desk. She hadn't even tried to hug him.
I just feel so useless, she had whispered, her voice breaking. She's out there alone, Thomas. And I'm just... here.
Thomas had stood there, watching her cry.
