watch me burn [xave]

[Megara Creon]

It was a Tuesday. A boring Tuesday, right in the middle of the working week. It wasn’t close enough to the weekend for it to be an optimistic day. When she wasn’t out, Meg enjoyed a run. It was an easy way of keeping fit and she felt too cooped up if she went straight home after work. So when she had gotten home, she had drank her coffee, changed out of her pencil skirt and blouse into some sweatpants and a vest top and went out. Sticking the buds of her earphones into her ears and ramming the volume up to some upbeat dance track she fixed her stray lace before locking her door and set off down the street at a brisk jog. The base pounded in her ears and she would never normally listen to this sort of music unless in a club or doing exercise, it was too loud and tasteless for her liking.

Thinking quickly, Meg decided she would go down the bottom of the street, cross over to the park and do a lap or two before heading back. That was one of the perks of living right in the city, everything she needed was close to her. It was early in the evening and the roads were busy with commuters heading home after a day’s work. Regretting not taking a drink with her she jogged on, the biting air now had a soft tinge to it because she was running. She had tied her hair back into a low pony tail and the dark curls bounced rhythmically down her back as she paused for the briefest of seconds to check the road was clear before darting across. Unlike most of the people living here Meg was surprisingly tan, seeing as she had spent most of her life in sunny Greece.

Reaching the other side she curved her way round a woman in front of her and the park gates were now in sight as she continued down the street. It was usually full of other joggers and dog walkers at this time of the day, so hopefully no one would be in her way. As if karma wouldn’t leave her alone Meg glanced up, eyes widening at the very last minute before she collided with a man who either hadn’t seen her or hadn’t bothered to get out of her way. Because of course, things like this were never Meg’s fault. “I’m so sorry!” She gasped out of habit, pulling an earphone out of her ear and looked up to see who she had bumped into, and felt the bottom of her stomach drop. There had to be a mistake, this was not happening. There was no way on God’s earth this could be who she thought it was.

“Shit.” Was the first word that sprang to mind, her arms folding defensively in front of her and her expression noticeably changed. “What are you doing here?”