Two punches, one kick. Three kicks, one punch. A roundhouse, an uppercut, a dive, and a shove. No matter the combinations she performed against the paddles presented or the still dummy before her, Avery could not eradicate a shred of anger or heartache from her chest. From the moment she had awoken followed by a night of crying herself asleep, she had developed a rage unlike anything she had felt prior. But the sole reason it had come to exist to begin with had been from embarrassment; a sense of dread for allowing herself to care as much as she had. But even if the blows projected did not reverse the words spoken by her ex or heal the cracks in her fragile heart, it sure felt good to some extent to relinquish a sense of her aggression. And it did not go by unnoticed.
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