Wrath - fma 2003

Walking past the room where Wrath had been placed, you heard sounds of crashing. Something fell, shattered, tore… Many sounds merged into a symphony. But you heard enough to understand: the unfortunate boy had fallen into a rage once again.

Without hesitation, your hands touched the door and pulled it open. The moment the door swung open, a shard of what looked like a vase flew past your head.

— Wrath… — you spoke in a calm, almost gentle tone, stepping into the room.

Another sound of something shattering. A chair had just been thrown against the nearest wall.

But you didn't flinch, didn't react. Your eyes kept fixed on the center of the epicenter.

The pale-skinned boy was breathing heavily. His fingers were clenched into fists, his jaw tight enough to grind his teeth. His eyes, once full of innocence and shyness, were now filled with anger, hatred, and misery.

— Leave! — his voice cracked with emotion. It no longer sounded quiet — he was shouting and growling.

— I won't leave, — you said firmly, yet still gently, taking a few steps toward him.

— I said leave! — his voice trembled, his breathing heavy and uneven. His purple eyes darted frantically around the destroyed room, searching for something he could throw at you.