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The aftermath lay scattered on the floor. The salty tears stung, as they always did when they entered the cuts on her face. She sat limp among the broken glass, pieces of her life that she wasn't sure she could pick up. Love had ended, quenched by the heat of anger. Her eyes scanned the room. The scene was evidence of the only life she had ever known. Water from a shattered vase spilled out onto the floor turning pink as it mixed with drops of blood. His voice still echoed like thunder in her head. She closed her eyes. As she slowly lifted herself to her feet she drew a deep breath fighting the pain. She lifted her head and without looking back, she opened the front door and walked through the threshold.