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'NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!'
The screams of rage could be heard from outside the apartment. The call had ended minutes ago.
'NO!'
Crashes came next. The crashing of vases and glasses thrown against the wall. The splintering crash of the coffee table. The soft crash of the ottoman landing after being thrown over the couch in a feat of what could be mistaken as superhuman strength but was really the power of rage and anger.
'WHY? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?' The shouts directed to the sky, reached the ears of passerby's. Soft murmurs of pity and glances of slight annoyance were shot at the door like sharp, pointed arrows, and yet weren't the cause of injury to the broken one inside.
Hot, angry tears started falling to the ground as the shouts continued to rage on.
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YOU ARE READING
The 5 Stages of Grief
RandomA short story I had to write for English but really liked so I did some further editing and so here it is lol. Could be triggering, but not that intense. Enjoy xxx
