She Fucking Broke My Heart in a Fucking Letter || Self para
Seifer had went down to the gym as soon as he got the letter. He was pounding a sandbag so hard he was going to knock it down, but he just kept on. He had learned years ago that when he was so angry he couldn't breathe, he needed to go to the gym. The red that tinged his vision would be no good in any sort of fight with someone real, so he brought his fist back down on the bag.
He had fucking liked Kida. His princess. He wasn't even ready to insult her yet, to curse her name, to start forgetting about her. His fist connected again, shifting the wraps around it to protect it. That was another thing he had learned a long time ago; wrap your hands or break your hands. Kida flashed through his inner vision again, making both his hands connect with the bag at the same time, in a skull crusher. He locked his jaw and kept hitting.
What really bothered Seifer was that she had broke up with him in a fucking letter. They worked in the same place, lived in the same place, and generally hung out in the same area. She could have done it at any fucking time. But no, she had to fucking do it in a fucking letter. His fist hit the bag again.
Seifer never really had a thing for drinking, like some guys did when they were angry. He didn’t drink now either. His mind was as clear as ever, and the pain still fresh. His fists were connecting so fast that his binds were slipping, and he stopped, slipping to the floor. He passed out right there with tear tracks on his face.