MIA'S POINT OF VIEW
The door slammed behind him.
I stood there. Frozen. Staring at the closed door.
He was gone.
Alex was gone.
And he wasn't coming back.
Something inside me cracked. Like glass shattering. I felt it break. Felt the pieces scatter through my chest.
I screamed.
The sound tore out of me. Raw. Primal. Years of pain and anger and desperation exploding all at once.
I grabbed the nearest thing. A vase. Expensive crystal. A gift from my mother.
I threw it.
It hit the wall and exploded into a thousand pieces.
Not enough.
I swept my arm across the coffee table. Books. Magazines. A wine glass. All of it crashed to the floor.
Still not enough.
I went to the kitchen. Pulled open drawers. Threw plates against the wall. They shattered. Beautiful porcelain reduced to shards.
"She doesn't deserve you!" I screamed at the empty apartment. "I do! ME!"
I collapsed against the counter. Breathing hard. My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking.
Eight years.
