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                       ~Fell's pov~

I hear the door slam shut. Fucking...good...I look away from the door...I'm supposed to feel good that I got my anger out but...I never thought he'd ever swear at me. I sigh. It hasn't even been half of the day and my back still hurts and I don't feel any better. I sit on the couch. I guess I can go back to what I used to do, which was just sit at home and either watch T.V or play a game on my phone...It's...a little lonely without Blue...But if anything this is for the best. I go to grab the controller but I remembered that I have to finish this new drafting design I started. It's not so bad considering what just happened. Maybe it's for the best that I work.

I get up and walk to my room. I see the wall a bit bent in from where Blue threw me. I growl slightly. "Damn bitch..." I snap my fingers and the wall is as good as new as if nothing ever happened which is good. I search through my bag and take out the supplies that I need. I begin to work on the drafting project again...























...Why do I feel terrible and or worse...?

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