Bella and Ella stood patiently, awaiting my entrance into the elevator. After I stepped inside, they followed suit, their presence a comforting presence amidst my grief. Tears streamed down my cheeks, dampening my skin as I made my way towards my room. Upon reaching my room, my eyes fell upon the gun still clutched in my hand. My anger, an indescribable force, consumed me. With force I threw the gun, it collided with the mirror, shattering it into countless shards. Collapsing onto the bed, I fought to suppress my tears. Ella and Bella, understanding my need for space, dimmed the lights, and decided to leave me on my own for a while. In the depths of the night, the sound of the doorbell pierced the silence. "Enter," I called out. As the door opened, Enzo stood there at the door, a much-needed presence in the midst of my grief. He approached and settled beside me, a silent support. At first, I remained silent, the weight of my emotions too heavy to bear. But then, summoning my c
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