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~Belinda's POV
Lisa opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She just looked at me, heartbroken, maybe. But I didn't care. I was done. I pointed at the door again.
"Leave. Now."
Lisa hesitated. For a split second, I thought she might argue. I saw it in her eyes, the way her lips quivered like she wanted to say something, to defend herself, to beg maybe. But she didn't. She turned around slowly, her shoulders sagging with defeat, and walked out the door. Quietly. Without another word.
As soon as the door shut behind her, a deep breath escaped my lips.
Finally.
Peace.
I stood there for a moment, not moving, letting the stillness settle. Then I walked over to my bed and dropped onto it, the mattress giving way under me like it had been waiting for this moment too. I laid back, staring at the ceiling, letting the tension bleed out of my muscles one slow breath at a time.
It was done. She was gone.
