Unlike the last time, Isabelle walked into the apartment and leaned against the door this time tears weren't rolling down her cheek, she was feeling a whole different spectrum of emotions. After a few moments, her breathing quickened and she threw her purse into the air with a low growl, the flying purse knocking a vase in the line of its trajectory as gravity did its part by bringing it to the ground.
She pushed her body away from the door and took a few steps into the living room, fisting her plans so hard her nails dug into her skin as she shut her eyes and clenched her teeth. That was not enough to give her a release, her chest was hot and her face was flushed from all the ire. She fell to the ground kicking her feet and pulling her hair as she whined in an explosive tantrum.
