A Ring Crushed, A Heart Broken

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my hair across my face, stinging my eyes and blurring my vision. All I could see were smear

stand on, but my feet just scraped against smooth,

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hrough the wind

at me,

cold, completely empty of the warmth I had kno

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he moment it left my lips. My body trembled, not ju

y eyes, and a cruel, humor

e dripping with a venom I had never heard before

on? The fact that her world, her successes, her entire realit

edded shoulder. "You played God. You pulled my strings, moved m

couraged when she wanted to burn her canvases. I had stood between her and Liam Stone, her charismatic but poisonous rock star boyfriend, more

d, her voice dropping to a near whisper, but someho

g fire. It wasn't just anger. It

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the skyscraper's roof. My feet slipped off the glass, and for a terrifying second, my entire wei