Shoes on the glossy floor click slowly and thoughtfully, her steps meaningful and worried. She regrets this walk with self-loathing. Yesterday was tiring from the celebration. But today…

The news of his happiness weighed her down. Her body was heavy with sorrow.
How did I manipulate myself? click click How did I weaken? click…click Was I deaf to my own shouting?

She stops before the guilt-laden door. Behind the smooth wood and shiny brass knobs, he sits. She feels the heated smile that fills his face, and she moans.

“I’m going to release this,” she whispers cowardly.

“It will end,” she encourages herself.

Her shaking hand stretches out; and with forced determination, she opens the door.

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Comments

[Ali]

Nice!!! :)