Memories

He stopped, made sure he wore the mask and turned around, "Y-yeah. My hand ... hurt." 

Is that even a word?

The woman in front of him was that same one back in the crowd of people. What did they say her name was again? Kila?

She held a basket with flowers and a heavy smell of freshly baked bread coming from it. Her hood over her face, hiding it but he could tell it was her. 

"So you punched the wall?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. 

"I heard it is a new ... massage." He said as she walked closer to him, the smell of the bread getting stronger as Ace's stomach churned. 

When was the last time I ate?

"I see." She chuckled, not believing him one bit. "I couldn't help but hear you say that you hate someone." 

"Ah ... that." Ace cleared his throat. "I ... I was talking about me."