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Aria
Aria was sitting down on the couch laced with silk fabric in a room filled with broken things, showpieces lying down, shattered here and there. Torn curtains, the dressing table's broken mirror, messed up bedsheets, and torn pillows with their feathers scattered on the disheveled sheets.
She sat with her uncombed and tousled honey-drizzled locks scattered over her face with her blue orbs burning with fury, face muscles hardened in anguish, clenched jaw and nails digging in the soft flesh of her palm with her eyes strained over her phone's screen fully concentrating on the image of Jane kissing her Nathaniel flashing in front of her.
Unspeakable emotions and rage filled up inside her as the lone broken bulb flickered in the once beautiful room as she sat there alone in sile
