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~Belinda's POV
I slammed the door shut the moment I stepped into my room. My chest felt tight, like I couldn't breathe.
I didn't even bother taking off my shoes before I grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it against the floor.
The sound was loud, sharp… but it wasn't enough.
I grabbed the pillows on my bed and threw them across the room. I ripped the blanket off and tossed it to the ground. My hands shook as I pushed over the chair by the dressing table.
"Damn it!" I shouted, my voice breaking.
Tears blurred my eyes, but I kept going. The small perfume bottles on the table? I swept them onto the floor. The crash of glass felt like my only comfort.
All I could think about was her.
Lisa.
Even in her absence, she was still ruining things for me.
