Redhawk Caldera green-eyed monster

Fin didn't know what to do, what to think, how to feel. Luckily, she didn't need to actually know any of these things in order to act. The moment she saw him mount her, her actions were decided for her by instinct - an instinct to protect what was hers. With a roar of rage, she burst forth from her hiding spot and charged forward, directly towards Grimm and her stupid vagina.

Or, that was what she was supposed to do. That was what her furious, angry mind told her to do. It was what her painfully breaking heart was begging for her to do. But, she did none of these things. She just stood there, watching as Elwood climbed up onto the female's back and began to thrust against her.

The world began to spin, and suddenly Finley couldn't see through the tears that leaped into her eyes, nor could she breathe past the lump in her throat. Wordlessly, she turned away and swallowed the sob in her throat. It was all too much, it was all too familiar. As she watched, it was almost as if Elwood became.. him. Bile rose in her throat and she turned away, running, running, running, until she had left the Caldera, had left Elwood, had left everything as far behind as she possibly could.