116 The Last Card

Some people create

their own storms

and then gets mad 

when it rains.

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"Damn you Ace! Damn you Ace. I wish you were dead already!"

An expensive wine glass smashed through the flawless white walls before it shattered down the tiled floor with a loud crash. Not quite satisfied, he threw another…. And another…. And another until there was nothing left on the set of expensive wine glasses he just bought.

He turned his fists into a tight ball and pounded the top of the bar counter inside his extremely large room until his knuckles bleed. But no matter how hard he smashed the wooden counter with his fists, it did nothing to diminish the frustration and rage that consumed him.