When Desperation Turns Dangerous
The house was quiet after Gabriel walked away. Too quiet. Prisca stood in the middle of the living room, her arms wrapped around herself, her body still shaking from the words he had thrown at her. The sound of the door closing upstairs echoed in her head again and again. I regret meeting you, Prisca. Those words did not just hurt. They broke something inside her. She slowly sat down on the couch, staring at the floor like she could still see him standing there, angry, disappointed, tired of her. For the first time in years, she felt like she had lost control. Gabriel had never spoken to her like that before. Never. No matter how angry he was, he always came back to her. Always. But today felt different. Today he looked like a man who had nothing left to hold on to. Her chest
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