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The door shut behind her, his hand shaky on the knob and looking at the door blankly as if by some chance she'd still be there. He knew better, and now there was this rotting feeling inside. A rage. He would be repeating history to destroy everything in his room to vent his frustrations.
History always had a way of repeating itself, it was proven. When the first sting hit his eyes, so did his hand around the first object he could grip and he let loose when he was certain she couldn't hear him. When she couldn't hear his voice.
[ooc: He updated btw in his journal. THIS IS KILLING ME BTW. Sad muses is sad. :(]