[ For a while, there's just silence. There aren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how deplorable he is, and the guilt continues to gnaw at her, because this has all been for her attention. If she had just fucking answered him earlier, he might not have resorted to this.
Her fists tighten, and there's the sound of her slamming them into something out of frustration. Something shatters, something else falls, and all the commotion is followed by deep, but unsteady breaths. ]
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Her fists tighten, and there's the sound of her slamming them into something out of frustration. Something shatters, something else falls, and all the commotion is followed by deep, but unsteady breaths. ]
New question: What the fuck do you want?