The Hate Was Love
She pinched herself.
Jonathan bit his lower lip and threw Michael’s wedding ring to the floor right next to Hazel. Her legs failed her and she fell to the ground and reached for the ring.
“I already pinched myself hard enough to rip my skin. If it was a dream... I'd be asleep by now." Her trembling hands clutched at her chest, the reality too painful to accept. "It's not a dream, isn't it? He's dead, isn't he?"
Her face, once so radiant, was now flushed a deep crimson, her emotions laid bare for all to see. The devastation had painted her features with the vivid hues of heartache, and in that moment, her world crumbled into a sea of tears and disbelief.
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