Nathalie

She storms up to your car, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps as she mutters through gritted teeth, “I hate you. I hate you so much.” Without hesitation, she picks up a heavy rock from the ground and throws it at the driver’s side window. She repeats the action until the glass shatters. But she’s not done yet. Grabbing a baseball bat, she smashes it repeatedly against the hood. "That’s what you get for breaking up with me."