"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫..." 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐭
He was the only thing holding her together, preventing her from falling apart. He was the only thing that mad...
Omooo, I just keep getting busier and busier.😩 I was supposed to update yesterday but, here it is now.✨
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"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒."
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~𝙺𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙻 𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙺𝙰𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙺~
My solid fist collided with the punching bag for the umpteenth time. It sent the stuffed object flying backwards, and I feared it was going to come off from its position. Sweat trickled off my face, down to the hollow of my neck. I was glaring so hard at the punching bag, using it as an object to vent.
I wouldn't be surprised if my knuckles were starting to turn bloody beneath these hand gloves. I have been sending hard punches across to the punching bag.
Non-stop!
SLAM!
I punched, again, not losing count.
"Fifteen."
The hard impact of my punches kept sending the bag backwards. I wasn't ready to stop.
"Sixteen."
I punched. Hard.
"Seventeen!"
A loud grunt tore through my mouth.
"Eighteen!"
"Nineteen!"
I groaned, not satisfied that I wasn't getting this anger out of my system. I wanted it gone. I hated staying angry for a long time. I raised my fist in the air, wanting to jam my knuckles on the bag__
"Khalil!"
Kam yelled. He sounded so infuriated and nearly out of breath. I didn't spare so much as a glance in his direction. I kept my eyes trained on the punching bag, glaring at it.
"WHAT!"
I fired at him, filled with irritation. Wheezing breaths escaped me now and then, my entire body soaked in my sweats. I tore the gloves off my hands and walked past the light-skinned boy.
