Anger

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His face scrunched inwards like paper. His eyebrows slanted in, they became steep slopes. Red fury overtakes him and his fists start to swing. Incomprehensible screams and shouts escape him. He's squared his shoulders to be the 'bigger person'. Things break and fly all over the room. He leaves.

All that remains in his wake, a destroyed room and red handprints.

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