Will

It's a late night, and it's cold.
You were leisurely walking home from work. They reached into their pocket with the keys, pulled out gloves, which they hurriedly put on their hands and walked on. Your quiet evening was ruined by a man's silhouette from behind, who was walking too fast. The headphones on your ears didn't let you hear what he was saying, but they strained specifically. Lowering the sound, you ran, and he followed you.
My heart is in my heels, my heart is beating fast and hard. Turning the corner, you hid behind the lanterns, and when you found a bottle of alcohol nearby, you met your pursuer with a bottle on the head.
The man froze and looked at you in surprise. His face, slightly illuminated by the light of the lanterns, radiated resentment.

• • I wanted to return the keys that you dropped... And you..*

And collapsed on the floor.