And with a smile and a meaningless compliment, Lili was gone, and Raina couldn't explain why she was seeing red.
No plan, Lili had said. Casually. Like it didn't matter that she was staring into the face of certain death and couldn't come up with a single goddamn thing to do about it.
Raina had a plan, the scraps of a plan, the shreds of her first-day false bravado. She had that, and she had Johnny, and wasn't he a fucking ray of helpful sunshine today? Johnny Ray of Sunshine. Ha.
Lili said she needed a minute. Join the club, take a number. Raina slapped the flat of her palm against the side of the shelf in front of her, got nothing but a stinging hand, and spun to glare at Johnny, once again unconsciously banking on the fact that neither of them would comment on her watering eyes.
"I'm going," she said shakily. She didn't know where. She didn't know why. But she couldn't be here anymore, surrounded by useless junk. In her deepest, nastiest, most fleeting thoughts, she concluded that Johnny fit right in at the warehouse. "I'm going for a bit, don't follow me."
Darius, Lili, Johnny, Alvaro, Jasper-
It was too much. Something or other had tipped the scale, broken the camel's back, and now she needed to leave before she came apart like all of her plans and metaphors.
So Raina stepped outside, and thought for a moment about how she wasn't an athlete and was wearing terrible shoes, and then she ran.
((Raina Rose continued in Hemochromatosis