Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge

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a harsh blue glow over my pale face. A prom

mind was completely blank. I didn't know my own

om the chair beside me. She leaned in

ause my entire pathetic existence revolved around him. I pu

. The wallpaper was a candid, close-up photo of Dante sleeping. His d

he settings, navigated to the display options, and cha

gallery icon. The number at the top of the s

ting at his desk. Dante's back as he walked away. Close-ups o

dn't find a single picture of me smiling, or doing anything that didn't invol

llery and opene

the top. The title was written i

o cilantro in anything. Shirts must be hand-washed only and sce

laugh. "Was I his fiancée,

refusing to meet my eyes. Her

ger stopped over a title that made my b

her woman. It listed her favorite flowers, her clothing size, and a strict li

rt. This was pure, unadulterated rage. I was angry at myself. I was furi

es and opened th

at the top was with Dant

aragraphs of me asking if he ate, telling him

ed gray bubbles. *Yeah.

was sent two hours before the crash. *Honey, wil

ic green bubble until my eyes burned. It wa

. I closed the messaging app an

pened the photo gallery again. I tapped th

selecting every single one of the three thou

rward. "Sienna, are you

mpt asked me to confirm. I hit delete. Then I went int

left on the taboos. Deleted. I swiped l

swiped left on Dante's pinned contact

lean, blank slate. I tossed the heavy device onto t

garbage, cleared