With red roses in her hand she sauntered towards her boyfriend's art studio. A smile playing on her lips imagining the different scenario of how he is gonna react, receiving flowers from someone. She was sure it was going to be his first time. She entered the art studio using the spare key one of his friends gave her. Smiling, she went further inside only for her heart to ache. There he was, standing in between the legs of a girl and kissing her, touching her everywhere. She stumbled looking at the scene, the wooden table being the only one to hold her, to give her support. Her eyes filled with tears, tears of anger. She kept the roses on the table picking up the wooden block from the table to smash him with. Just as her legs took a step, an idea came to her mind and she smirked.

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