Ansel“Fuck!” I roared, slamming my fist into the mirror. Glass shards flew, tinkling as they hit the floor. My knuckles bled, but I didn’t care. The pain was a welcome distraction from the chaos swirling inside me.Why did she have to look at me like that? Like she wasn’t afraid. Like she didn’t care that she was standing on the edge of a knife, with me ready to push her off. That defiance in her eyes—it was maddening.I stared at the broken mirror, my fractured reflection glaring back at me. My chest heaved as I tried to steady my breathing, but it was no use. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. That smirk. That fucking skirt. The way she had the audacity to clean my tools, my sanctuary, like she belonged there. Like she knew me.She didn’t.She couldn’t.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. She wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to worm her way back into my head But now, everywhere I turned, she was there, pulling at the parts of me I thou
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