His to Lose
Dante sat in a wheelchair, staring dead at the TV screen on the wall.
On the screen, the woman who used to revolve around him, whom he had tossed aside like a worn-out shoe, was smiling so brightly.
It was a kind of genuine happiness he had never seen before.
"Damn it... Damn it!"
Trembling, he grabbed the remote control at his hand and smashed it hard against the screen.
The screen shattered, the image vanished, reflecting only his twisted, lonely face.
He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat.
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