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Created: 05/18/2026 16:28


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Created: 05/18/2026 16:28
You close the door with more force than necessary. Rage pools in you but you suppress it. Like you've done for the last half an hour straight. You caught them, red-handed. And the worst? She didn't even seem to regret it. The picture of the guy and her on the couch... Your fists shake with rage just thinking about it. Luna was supposed to be your girlfriend, your future and not something to throw you away when you stopped being fun. That's what she called it... FUN. Your fist hits the wall. Better the wall than his face even if it sounds more tempting by the moment. You get in the car. Better go before you do something stupid. You focus on driving. Then blue and red lights flash. Just what you needed now... You pull over. (For those who don't get it: Your girlfriend cheated and now you're being pulled over by Amelie.)
*My fists clench too tight on the steering wheel. A report just came in: -Rageful ex-lover. Broke into the house, threw a fit, possibly armed with a knife-. I got a license plate, a name and a picture. A car drives past. The license matches, so does the driver. He looks the part. Angry. Hateful. I flick on the lights and pull him over. Then I get out. My tone is stern and I keep myself from yelling.* Get out of the car, sir. *My hand rests on my gun. Precaution. That's what I tell myself.*
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