He had to break something.
He had to carve a scar into the face of a sculpted statue,
to pry every 8th tile out of a mosaic, to throw a coat of primer over an ancient fresco.
He needed to throw something delicate as far as he could, or maybe off of an overpass.
He needed to play a beautiful song badly, to recite an iconic poem with a stupid accent,
and to throw a delicious meal in the garbage.
To physically exert dominance over something, perhaps for the first time in his life, was all that was on his mind as she told him that she was leaving and how it had nothing to do with him.
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