Angus was furious.

All he had wanted to do was apologize to his Evy but in the end, he had ended up hurting her even more.

He growled, his hand grabbing the first thing near him, a pillow off his couch, and hurled it towards the door with all of his strength. It wasn't enough to release his anger though, he still felt angry. Pillow after pillow was thrown around the room, one smashing into a lamp, sending the light cluttering to the ground. Angus did not care.

His chest was heaving heavily, his breaths jaggered and his vision felt clouded.

"Evy, Evy said you be there for me. At show. You're not going to be there, you can't even look at me." His voice became slightly frantic and, unconsciously he stood taller, asserting more dominance.

Evelyn just stood there, her eyes wide in fright as she looked up at him, cowering backwards. She felt so small, so helpless. His emotions were taking over and she was scared that out of impulse, he would do something bad.

Another pillow was thrown across the room, hitting the side of his television. He didn't care it was now broken, from sponsorship's and programs to help him adapt to the new world, he had a lot of this thing they call money to replace it.

"A-Angus," Evelyn stuttered, taking a step backwards. Her hands were raised in the air in defense, her body on alert as she watched the man who had her heart slowly start to crumble from guilt and frustration.

"Why you scared of Gus?" He demanded. It was then he lunged forwards, tightly gripping her forearm in his large hands and in anger to make sure she didn't leave him. The grip was tight and uncomfortable for Evelyn, the sheer strength in just clutching her wrist was extremely tight. Her hand dropped down, placing itself on top of his hand trying to pry his fingers undone.

"You, you promised." He said loudly. His towering body and booming voice scared Evelyn down to the core. In general circumstances he could control his emotions but dealing with anger and having such little control, it was scary for her.

"I'm so sorry Evy, so sorry. But, me, I don't know what to do!" The words were ringing in her mind and she felt like her head was flying. She couldn't help it when tears of pure fright slipped from her eyes as she stared into the frightening, dark eyes she loved.

Angus yelled in frustration, his foot kicking a small footstool. He watched as the small object rolled across the room, lightly thumping into the couch.

The tears were a wakeup call to Angus. He had been so blinded by his rage, he hadn't seen the look of terror in her eyes. He hadn't noticed the stiff posture, the tearing eyes or the fact that she cowered away to distance themselves.

Angus felt tears of his own forming. Hastily, he wiped it away and stormed into his kitchen, filling up a glass of water in attempt to calm himself down.

'No,' he whispered, his voice cracking. His knees felt weak and he gave into them. There he was, the sharp gravel digging into his knees as he put his head on her stomach showing his submissive side, his grip letting go of her arm until it was loose and hardly there. A bomb of agony and regret exploded inside of him, and he knew he had never felt worse about himself than now.

"Evy," he whispered. "I am so, so sorry." He gently picked up her wrist, slightly red from his grip and placed small kisses on the red area, hoping his gentle touch would ease some of the pain.

Evelyn stood frozen still, her mind blank. The only thing she wanted was Angus, but not in this state. Her breath hitched as she felt a warm drop on her arm as he scatted kisses on the sore skin.

A tear.

Evelyn squeezed her eyes closed to suppress her own. She didn't know what to think, how to act.

"All I ever want to do is love you." Angus murmured. "But all I do is hurt you." He sounded broken, but Evelyn felt broken.

Evelyn wasn't weak, that she knew. She wasn't influenced by her feelings towards Angus to just forget about his inability to control his temper sometimes. She wasn't brainwashed by love and attachment into being with him, she knew she was going to forgive him for 'cheating' because she never explained anything to him. His actions weren't abusive, despite what others may think. His emotional ability was like a child. Never did he have to suppress his emotions living by himself, also he never would have felt some of them.

Evelyn felt guilty for ever taking him away from his home. For his mental state, he would have been better not have even being discovered. But it was too late for that, and Evelyn knew that if she had never of met Angus that her life would have just been ordinary.

She knew that both of them would never forget each other so she knew that she was going to fix this. Angus was permanently tattooed on her, just as Evelyn was tattooed on Angus.

Evelyn sunk to her knees too, her shaky hand reaching up to cup his face softly. Immediately, his brown eyes opened, frantically searching hers wondering what she was going to do. He was scared this was her last straw, that his Evy was sick of the pain he caused her.

What he didn't expect, was when she placed her lips softly on his cheek, the delicate touch he had been craving slightly satisfying.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, wide eyes looking in hers.

"I know you are." She said softly back, her thumb grazing over his cheek in affection. "And I am too."

With that, she stood herself up and ran inside. Angus stayed on the ground, frozen on his knees. The soft touch on his cheek lingering there, haunting him of what he couldn't have.



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Evelyn hardly slept at all that night. She hardly even thought too. She just knew that Angus would be in her life, but she didn't know how to help him adapt. She admits she was very lenient and didn't teach him very much since he arrived, but she really had no clue on how to do that so he would remember.

Just wait 'till he fucks up then make the both of you feel like shit, that's one way: her subconscious pitched in.

Evelyn frowned from her thoughts, groaning out loud and pulling her hand down her face. The bed side draw was calling out to her, haunting her of the piece of paper it contained. For the tenth time that week, she ripped the draw open to retrieve the paper.

She held the piece of paper in her hand she received about two days after Angus' story went viral. It was a letter, asking to have Angus to study and put him in a small, safe community to look after him and teach him the rules and regulations of society.

When she had received the letter, her first instinct was to burn it. It was a sick idea to study him and how he had survived for so long, and she still thought so now. However, she was thinking how a small and safe community would have been a better start for Angus.

One thing Evelyn hated, despised even, was how depressing her life and thoughts had become. She was just sad without him and she only knew of one cure. But she was shy, she didn't express feelings well and she hated making the first move in serious situations. Evelyn was the type of person to put conflict aside but when she was stuck in the middle of it, she didn't know what to do.

With a sigh as the sun finally lit up her room, Evelyn got changed into her active wear. With her iPod and headphones, she left through the back door and set off on a long run, just to do something, much like she had done this past week.

An hour later and she returned sweating. Her hair was slicked back by sweat, her shorts and singlet yelling like she was wearing layers on layers. As she entered back in the back door, she had a quick shower and washed her hair, putting in some product to tame the wild mess and left it to try naturally.

Evelyn had a lunch planned with Gemma today, and dressed up slightly. To go with the warm weather, she put on a black denim skirt, a black and white striped shirt and a pair of white sandals. With her hair slightly damp, she walked out the front door.

As she closed the door, her foot hit something. As she looked down, Evelyn saw the bunch of flowers Angus had brang her last night to apologize with. They were practically ruined, some petals missing and the stems bent in half. It was the broken appearance that reminded her of herself, and of course, Angus.

And then something within her just clicked.

She wasn't sure what it was in her, but she needed to see him. Hastily, she picked up the flowers and put them in a vase with water in hopes to revive them before she ran out of her door and into her car.

All she wanted, was to see her wild man.