Random Cade stuff that's popped into my head. They're all super short. Might integrate some into a story or turn some into a one-shot. Maybe.

I walk in just in time to see it. The reflected face of rage, her angry raised fist beating against the glass. She's so full of anger and adrenaline that she never once flinches as her fist connects with the hard cold surface repeatedly. She cracks it, breaks it. I'm frozen at first. One hit, two hit. That's when it cracks. Third hit, that's when I see her knuckles bruising. And that's when my body reacts, between the third blow and the start of the fourth blow. I walk toward her. "Jade," gurgles out of my throat.

But she doesn't stop. She smashes her fist into the mirror until her reflection is a million tiny specs and her hand is bruised, cut, bloody.