The paintbrush scythed across the blank canvas - great scars of black and red and brown. There was not a thought in Aranaya's mind of where the picture was going - she was just unleashing the rage. SLASH. Of course she had no claim on Arron. There wasn't anything between them - they were just friends and co-workers. SLASH. So why then did it seer her to the heart to see him cuddling up to that winged lemur girl? SLASH. Damned pretty wee thing too. Not to mention his species too. SLASH. He had a right to choose whom he flirted with, after all and if he wanted to jump that scrawny girl's bones, so be it! SLASH. Never mind that Aranaya would be hurt, never mind that Aranaya would be upset. SLASH, STAB! The paper tore beneath the impact of her paintbrush and she threw it across the room, where it struck the wall, sliding down and leaving a black smear. Damn him! Was he blind?
No of course he wasn't. It was she that was blind. She had actually thought he fancied her. How insane was that? She flung herself onto the bed, the mattress pronging beneath her. Of course it pronged - she was fat and she knew it! Not like that lemur bimbo. No, she was sleek and lean and damned pretty - any male's fantasies.
Aranaya buried her head in her pillow as the sobbings and shakings took over. Damn him! How could he do this to her?
She sighed, tears streaming down her cheeks, and lay on her back staring at the ceiling. Well, so be it. It was not as though there were anything she could do about it. She'd had her chance with true love after all. And it had been the most terrifying and tragic experience of her life. She would never open herself to that sort of hurt again.
Never.