Beyond Noise And Anger 소설 & 이야기

I said, "Think of your upcoming baby instead! You don't have to worry about our daughter anymore!" "I just closed a big deal. Let's do it together, my wife! We can succeed together! Don't be mad anymore!" I couldn't contain my anger. "Wake up! No matter how many deals you sign, it has nothing to do with me. Move aside!" Matthew hugged me, then quickly kissed my neck while muttering nonsensical words. I forcefully pushed him away and gave him a resounding slap. "I'll repeat it. Please stop harassing me. We’re never getting back together!"

"Who's making that noise?!" Upon hearing the abrupt voice, Ida frowned deeply and looked up, her anger palpable. They chose this tranquil estate for Howser's recovery precisely because of its quiet environment. Yet now, someone dared to create noise, disturbing Howser! As she glanced toward the source of the sound, she was momentarily taken aback. Nothing seemed out of place. Liam's fingers rested lightly on Howser's wrist, and with each gentle tap of his index finger—

I took a deep breath and hit play. The recording began with loud noises in the background, and then I could barely hear Cyril's voice, which was all shaky and weak. "Mommy… Mommy… It hurts…" It felt like a punch to the gut. Tears started pouring down my face uncontrollably. Then came the sickening voices of those two women. "Roxy… do you think they're… dead?" "Ugh, seriously? We finally got our acceptance letters and just wanted to chill for a bit, but then we ran into them. Why weren't they paying attention when they crossed the street? Talk about bad luck."

I could feel the level of anger releasing, a moment of raw sadness interrupting my thoughts, dragging on my synapses. "Turn that off!" Her demand managed to filter over the music, her voice shaking from her own heightened anger. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes. She stood like a beacon of hope, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and arms in a halo effect. I found it difficult to respond and when I didn't, she moved toward the stereo, slapping her hands against the CD player in an effort to stop the music.

My mind raced with thoughts and I felt the throbbing of my angry heart. He continued to speak, but I could barely hear him, not even a muffle. The man I once loved, my betrayer, my tormenter, he's gone. The war going on in my confusion began to take its toll on me. I don't know what I feel right now. There's no sadness, there's no happiness, just a deep sense of anger mixed with something unfathomable. I really can't understand what I feel right now. A part of me feels empty, it's like a black hole has been opened. On the other hand, I feel this might be justified. Nemesis has finally caught up with him. I can't fight fate. It's his curse to bear. He has caused me so much pain and now he's g

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And I’ll remain stuck—pinned in the middle, invisible yet exposed, every movement observed. I drag in a slow breath. Anger is noise. Noise blurs vision, clouds judgment. I have to be smarter. Sharper. More alert than ever. Especially around her.

She thought and clenched her hands on her dress nervously. My heart is beating so hard, my head is so dizzy. I have to try.. “Thank ...Thank you”. She finally voiced out. Antonio played deaf. He must be angry…the way to relieve him from that is ….sex according to him, she thought and sighed inwardly and looked out the window, watching as they sped past the night city streets. Minutes of intense silence,Angela had no idea where they were going, she kept the question to herself. “I am fucking angry right now”.

Liam's voice boomed through the solid barrier, frustration seeping through every word. His relentless banging sent tremors through the room, a physical manifestation of the turmoil that engulfed us. Noah had reached his breaking point. I could see it in his eyes, the anger that swelled within him, threatening to spill over. The insults Liam hurled at me with each pounding on the door became unbearable, and Noah's patience wore thin like a frayed thread. "I'm going to open the door!" Noah's voice erupted with a deep, resonant anger, his words laced with a simmering fury.

A stranger touched the silence she sleeps in. A stranger sent a message meant to provoke me. And it worked. But just because they got a reaction doesn’t mean they got what they wanted. I walk down the empty street slowly, letting the cold air settle into my lungs. Not to calm myself—there’s no calming what’s moving through me—but to sharpen it. To turn the anger into something I can use. Rage is a messy thing. Precision is lethal. Zeo is quiet inside me. Too quiet. His silence means he feels what I feel: