He was beating her. I had a burning fire in my heart, and my fists. I yearned to pounce on the man damaging my sweet Mitchie, and pummel his face into a bloody pulp. I controlled my anger by ripping up a poor rose bush delicately placed just slightly too close to my grasp. The thorns stuck into my palms, but I felt nothing. My hands bled, and asked for a break, but I refused to let myself let go of the thorny bush, afraid I would jump through her window. When I looked up towards the window of my Love's room, she was gone. A beautiful girl was crying her eyes out, and I couldn't control myself any longer. I tapped vigorously on the window, and waited for her to open it.
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