I felt like a shell of myself. I did not have a core anymore.. I was disappointed in myself for allowing Dante to use me and I was mad that Dante did not feel anything I did for him. Cause if he felt something for me, he would not have sounded so cold and harsh towards me.I just felt weak as I walked down the stairs leading out of Dante’s house. When I got to the last step, I paused and rested my hand on the railing, trying to gain balance and steady myself. I wanted to scream, to yell out at the injustice of it all. I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to witness the murder and I definitely didn't ask to get tangled up with Dante and loose my uncle.At the bottom of the stairs, I got a good look at the kitchen, I saw Gabriella, she sat at the table with her shoulders slumped and her brows creased with worry. She looked so weak, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I remembered how I screamed at her and she still did not make me feel bad about it. Looking at her now, it was like
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