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Factory Demolition Dubai

In the dynamic landscape of Dubai, where progress and innovation are eternally entwined with towering skyscrapers and groundbreaking structures, there comes a moment when the old must make way for the new. Welcome to the Demolition & Garbage Collection  – a captivating symphony of destruction and creation, where the meticulous artistry of Dubai’s demolition services meets the precise science of progress.commitment to excellence is reflected in the demolition waltz, where the old meets the new in a synchronized performance. It’s more than just tearing down walls; it’s an orchestration of controlled chaos that only skilled demolition experts can conduct.

We  commitment to safety is not merely a requirement but a testament to the city’s dedication to human welfare. The dance of demolition, when performed in Dubai, is a mission where the safety net is as expansive as the iconic Dubai skyline.

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Doncaster, England, UK

2001

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Demolition of Public Safety Building, Fairfax County, 2019.

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House Strip Out Services: The Essential First Step in Your Home Renovation Journey

Introduction

A house strip-out is vital to any home renovation project, serving as the foundation for creating a refreshed and modern living space. This process involves removing all unwanted fixtures, fittings, and non-structural elements to prepare the house for the next stage of construction or redesign. Whether planning a complete home makeover or a specific room renovation, professional house strip-out services ensure that the work is done efficiently, safely, and in compliance with regulations. This blog explores the importance of house strip-out services, the process involved, and how they set the stage for your dream renovation.

What Does a House Strip Out Involve?

A strip-out refers to removing internal features and fittings that are no longer needed or being replaced. This typically includes:

Cabinetry and Built-In FixturesKitchen cabinets, wardrobes, and bathroom vanities are often removed to make way for modern designs.

Flooring and Wall CoveringsOld carpets, tiles, vinyl, and wallpaper are stripped to expose the base surfaces for new materials.

Appliances and Electrical FittingsOutdated appliances, light fixtures, and electrical systems are removed as part of the strip-out process.

Doors and WindowsInternal doors and window fittings may also be replaced to enhance functionality and aesthetics.

Why Strip Out Services are Essential

A professional strip-out service provider provides several benefits that can streamline your renovation project and avoid potential pitfalls:

Efficient Project PreparationA thorough strip-out ensures the site is clean and ready for construction or renovation. This eliminates delays and makes it easier for builders and designers to carry out their work.

Accurate Assessments and AdjustmentsStripping a house down to its essentials allows contractors to inspect the structure for any hidden issues, such as water damage, mould, or structural weaknesses, which can be addressed early in the process.

Time and Cost SavingsAttempting to handle a strip out alone can lead to mistakes and delays. Professional services complete the job quickly and efficiently, saving you time and money.

Environmental ConsiderationsMany house strip-out services prioritise recycling and proper waste disposal, ensuring the process is environmentally friendly.

The House Strip Out Process

The strip-out process is meticulously planned and executed to ensure safety and efficiency:

Site Assessment and PlanningThe first step involves evaluating the property to determine the scope of the work and identifying potential hazards, such as asbestos or lead paint.

Removal of Fixtures and FittingsUnwanted cabinetry, appliances, and fittings are removed and set aside for disposal or recycling.

Demolition of Non-Structural ElementsWalls, flooring, and other non-load-bearing components are taken down using specialised tools to minimise damage to surrounding structures.

Waste Management and CleanupAll debris is collected, sorted, and disposed of by local regulations. Many materials, such as wood and metal, can be recycled.

Choosing the Right Strip Out Service

Selecting the right professionals for your house strip-out is key to ensuring a successful renovation:

Experience and ReputationLook for companies with a proven track record and positive customer reviews. Experienced professionals are better equipped to handle unexpected challenges.

Comprehensive ServicesChoose a provider that offers a full range of services, including waste disposal and recycling, to make the process as seamless as possible.

Safety StandardsEnsure the team follows strict safety protocols, particularly when handling hazardous materials.

Conclusion

A house strip-out is the first step in any successful home renovation project. Hiring professional services ensures the process is efficient, safe, and environmentally responsible. Whether planning a complete transformation or a targeted update, a well-executed strip-out lays the foundation for creating the home of your dreams. With experienced professionals handling the heavy lifting, you can focus on designing and building a space that reflects your vision and lifestyle.

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NGT Dismisses Petition on Jamshedpur’s Bhuiyandih Basti Demolition

Tribunal clarifies demolition notice unrelated to Dalma Eco Sensitive Zone case The National Green Tribunal has rejected an intervention petition regarding the demolition of houses in Indranagar-Kalyan Nagar slum in Jamshedpur. JAMSHEDPUR – The National Green Tribunal (NGT) has dismissed a petition challenging the demolition notice for houses in Jamshedpur’s Indranagar-Kalyan Nagar slum. Senior…

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Navigating Sustainability: The Office Scrap Dealers in Thane @7021162566

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In the vibrant city of Thane, where urban life intertwines with nature’s beauty, an industry quietly operates, yet its significance echoes loudly — the office scrap dealing business. Office Scrap Dealers in Thane are the unsung heroes of environmental conservation, offering indispensable services that aid businesses in managing surplus materials while prioritizing sustainability.

Introduction to Office Scrap Dealers in Thane

Office Scrap Dealers in Thane are pivotal in reshaping how we perceive and manage office scrap. With a commitment to efficiency, sustainability, and customer satisfaction, these dealers provide a range of services tailored to meet the diverse needs of businesses in the region.

Services Offered

Scrap Collection: Office Scrap Dealers in Thane offer seamless scrap collection services, alleviating the burden for businesses. Whether it’s furniture, electronics, or paper waste, they ensure prompt and efficient collection from the client’s premises.

Transportation and Logistics: Upon collection, these dealers manage the transportation and logistics involved in moving the scrap to their processing facilities. They prioritize safety and efficiency, ensuring that materials are handled with care throughout the transit process.

Sorting and Recycling: At specialized facilities, office scrap undergoes meticulous sorting and recycling. Valuable materials are extracted and processed using advanced techniques, maximizing resource recovery and minimizing waste.

Monetization of Scrap: Office Scrap Dealers offer monetary compensation for certain types of scrap, providing businesses with an incentive to participate in recycling efforts. This not only helps declutter office spaces but also generates revenue for businesses.

Responsible Disposal: For materials that cannot be recycled, Office Scrap Dealers ensure responsible disposal in compliance with environmental regulations. They employ eco-friendly disposal methods to minimize environmental impact.

Environmental Impact

In a city as dynamic and bustling as Thane, environmental sustainability is paramount. Office Scrap Dealers in Thane play a significant role in promoting sustainability by diverting waste from landfills, promoting recycling, and reducing the environmental footprint of corporate activities.

Promoting Sustainable Practices

Office Scrap Dealers are crucial in promoting sustainable practices and fostering a circular economy. By recycling and repurposing office scrap, they reduce the demand for virgin resources, conserve energy, and mitigate pollution, thereby contributing to a more sustainable future for Thane and beyond.

Building Trust Through Customer Satisfaction

The success of Office Scrap Dealers in Thane hinges on their commitment to customer satisfaction. By offering transparent pricing, reliable services, and sustainable solutions, they ensure a positive experience for their clients. Businesses can trust Office Scrap Dealers to handle their scrap disposal needs professionally and ethically.

Conclusion

As Thane continues to evolve as a hub of commerce and culture, the role of Office Scrap Dealers becomes increasingly indispensable. By offering innovative solutions for scrap management and promoting environmental stewardship, these dealers are driving positive change in the corporate sector and beyond. For businesses seeking to embrace sustainability and unlock value from their surplus materials, Office Scrap Dealers in Thane stand ready as trusted partners, offering a pathway to a greener, more sustainable future.

Contact Office Scrap Dealers in Thane today to learn more about their services and join them on the journey towards a more sustainable tomorrow.

Visit our website to explore our services and discover how we can help your business thrive sustainably in Thane.

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Office Scrap Dealer In Mumbai @7021162566

Introducing the Office Scrap Dealer in Mumbai, your trusted partner in sustainable office waste management. Serving (Bandra) , (Juhu), (Andheri) , and beyond, we specialize in collecting, segregating, and recycling office scrap dealer Andheri materials. With a commitment to environmental preservation, regulatory compliance, and seamless customer experience, we offer tailored solutions for businesses of all sizes.

Our services begin with efficient scrap collection and segregation, ensuring hassle-free disposal for businesses across Mumbai. From paper waste to electronic equipment, we handle it all, optimizing recycling processes to minimize ecological impact. Through eco-friendly recycling practices, we give new life to old materials, contributing to a greener, more sustainable future.

At the Office Scrap Dealer Bandra , we understand that every business is unique. That’s why we offer customized waste management solutions designed to meet your specific needs and industry requirements. Whether you’re a startup in (Bandra) or a corporate giant in (Juhu), we’re here to help you streamline your waste disposal process and drive operational efficiency.

Our commitment to compliance ensures that all our waste management practices adhere to local regulations and environmental standards. With thorough documentation and reporting, we take the guesswork out of regulatory compliance, giving you peace of mind knowing your waste is being handled ethically and lawfully.

We prioritize delivering a seamless customer experience, leveraging technology and innovation to make office scrap disposal effortless. With online booking, real-time tracking, and transparent pricing, we ensure maximum convenience for our clients. For reliable, efficient, and sustainable office waste management solutions in Mumbai, look no further than the Office Scrap Dealer Juhu.

Contact us today at 7021162566 or email us at mumbai@scrapdealernearme.in to learn more about how we can help your business go green. Visit our website at to book your scrap collection service now. Let’s work together towards a cleaner, greener future for Mumbai!

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I will miss that spire which always looked over the passengers of trains, boats, busses, ubers…

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SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x FEM!READER TASK FORCE 141 x PLATONIC!FEM!READER PART 5 of Traitors Among Us

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Summary: With your resignation approved, Price discovers you've resigned. You head back to begin to pack your life away from Task Force 141.

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Silence rung in the Chief Officer's main office, the woman's lips set in a line as she glares down at the mortified brit facing her.

"You did what?" Price couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Having arrived at the administrative building, delivering his mission reports and making his way into Laswell's office. Captain John Price wasn't expecting to receive the surprising news so casually that the woman in front of him had signed off on your resignation, without consoling with him, your Captain.

"I gave her what she wanted, John," Laswell rolled her eyes, sitting in her seat. "I let her go. She was never about to meet with you, and I won't let a soldier like that leave, under my supervision, without some type of severance," she speaks, casually, tapping her spoon of tea along the rim of a porcelain mug. "I do apologize, I was actually preparing a better way to tell you this. Time got away from me, I suppose." Although, Laswell says so unapologetically as she takes her first sip with a hum.

Your now former captain blinks, confused. Then, angered. "Severance?" Price gritted. "She didn't lose her place on the force, Laswell. She's on temporary leave for recovery not discharged--I would've never--"

"Oh, stop it, John," Sweeping away a few locks of hair, Laswell sits back in her chair. "Even if, would it matter? The girl's petrified of you, if she saw you she might actually kill you," she can't help but release a humored hum. "Willing to turn down her pension, her insurance, just to resign in peace. She would've never come to you, and you were foolish to think she'd stay," she laughs this time at the absurdity of it. "She wanted an out," she takes another sip, shrugging. "I gave it to her." She then slides a few papers her way, preparing to continue her paperwork, interrupted for the second time today.

Slamming a hand over the stack of papers, Price can't contain the expression twisting his face, his anger, his grief. "Let her what?! You stripped her of her title, does she know that? There is no lawful resignation without my signature, what've you done?"

"Well, you are in need of a Demolition Operative now, I will say," she speaks, unbothered. "A position, it didn't look like she'd miss, Captain."

"Operative Gray is an integral part of this Task Force, it's not up to you how I handle my team anywhere outside of our missions, Laswell," Price hardly held his tone.

"I seem to remember, under my orders, you handled a particular matter that you gave no pause to," she leans back, a sly smirk barely hidden by the edge of her mug. "Just fine."

Jaw clenching, Price grits his teeth. "The worst mistake I've made on the force."

"No," Laswell interjected. "Your mistake is believing you have any type of authority on this force, that I don't already have."

With a single finger, as Price's hand loosens around her packet, Laswell slides her folders back to her. Standing from her chair, she crosses around the table to her desk, passing John Price with a brush of the shoulder. "Oh John," she spoke, humming a humored sound. "The military is engrained in each member of the force, it's in your blood. It's in hers. She'll be back," she slides the folder into her assortment of documents. "They always are, in one way or another."

"Back to you," Price seethes, silently.

"Well..." Laswell shrugs, calmly. "Just never to Task Force 141," she turns back to Captain Price, leaning against her desk, slipping a file from her desk. "Not like that wasn't the original plan before our informant came clean, was it?"

Wary eyes drift away from the Station Chief, "Well what about Gray?" he swallows. "I can't allow her to leave without everything she deserves from her service."

Laswell crosses her legs, humming. "We'll hold off on that for now," before Price can interject, she holds up a new folder, stamped classified. "You and your team have some things to discuss."

Brows furrowed, Price reluctantly takes the folder, opening it. Eyes widening at the new information, quickly running over the entire document before they close with a heavy sigh.

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Entering the residential building again, it's nearly midnight, the mess halls still quite lively, soldiers prepping for their next mission or staying guard in the halls. You rush through the open hallways quickly, the squeak of your boots from the rain was enough of an announcement to your arrival.

The hall seems much too long suddenly, the wet squeak along marble floor, the damp cling of your clothes, the uncomfortable twist of your brace around your legs. You were ready to just lock yourself away in your room, pack and never see the silhouette of this place again.

Rushing to the elevator, ignoring the whispers, the burning eyes on the back of your head, you rub your clothes arms to warm yourself up, soaked to the bone. Stealing a jacket from one of the racks before leaving the building, it wasn't as insulated as you'd hoped but it was better than nothing.

A few heads turn while you press the buttons on the elevator one too many times, taking a breath as you continue to tap on the buttons along the panel. You didn't care as long as it'd just open. Up. Down. Up. Up. Down. Fucking somewhere, just open!

"Just fuckin open..." you grit out, attempting to keep your nerves down. For all you knew, one of them could've seen you enter the building, they could be walking up to you right now. "Open. Open, open, open!" Your fist coming up in frustration to slam into the panel, the metal creaks and bends back but it doesn't make the elevator go any faster. It does hurt your hand though.

Taking your now sore fingers into your grip, pressing into your knuckles, your nostrils flare and you take a breath. You don't dare turn around as you hear the chuckle behind you, you can feel your teeth already grinding to nubs.

"So, you're the reason this thing breaks down every week, huh?" sliding up next to you, a soldier, lieutenant by the single silver bar on the shoulder of his uniform, his kevlar unhooked and new, prepping for departure. "Ya know, you can't make it go any faster that way?" nodding to the dented panel, before flashing a charmed smile your way.

Narrowed eyes link with his. "Excuse me?"

For a moment, all he can do is stare back, words lost on his tongue as he darts between your eyes, mesmerized. His smile doesn't drop even as he clear his throat, "I just mean, you'll hurt your...hand."

"Oh, will I? I didn't know that," you wonder, sarcastically. Before, hitting the panel again, a louder bang sounds in the hallway, causing attention. "Maybe I'm doing it wrong." A screw comes loose with a cling, your jaw twitching at the sound as he only huffs a humored sound. "Can I help you, lieutenant?"

"Just a stranger, looking out for another, that's all," the lieutenant says simply.

"Ok, Stranger," you speak, this time turning your back as the elevator finally beeps as it descends to the ground floor. You direct your chin back to where he came. "You can leave now."

He feigned disappointment. "Ouch," he sported a playful grin. "I thought we were getting along pretty well."

"Well I'm sure you've got a flight to catch, don't let a stranger make you late."

"The only stranger I've met worth being late for," he says, genuinely.

"Oh!" Surprised, you glance away from him. "Uhm, I-uh," you take a subtle step back, uncomfortable with the space between the both of you now. You lean against the edge of the elevator door, it dings again, your knee brace wasn't helping your leg pain at all.

His charming smile fades, brows lifting as he quickly backs off, reading the lines. "Oh, sorry, I-"

"No," you clear your throat, hearing the ding of the elevator behind you. "No, no it's fine. It's just, I-I'm uh..." your hand goes to your ring finger, you used to fidget with your engagement ring all the time, once cutting your thumb on the diamond. Your hand tensing up, balling into a fist, you'd nearly forgotten... "It's nothing."

He notices. "You're with someone."

"No," You swallow a knot in your throat. "Not anymore." Your hand falls to your side. The years you'd spent loving Simon, adoring him, fighting beside him, all that time...it was painful to know it would all just lead up to this. But, it was easier now to just feel nothing because it ended such a way.

The elevator opens and the both of you looks back towards it.

The lieutenant's eyes flicker back to you. "M' sorry," your brows lift in question. "About your...lover."

"Oh, he's not dead," you say. Before breathing out, "But, he is to me.."

His lips press together, thoughtfully, before nodding once. "Sounds like quite the guy."

"No idea," you scoff, softly.

After a moment of silence, the elevator door, with a squeak, beginning to close. The charming stranger puts his hand out before you have to, fully stopping the closing door before it can seal, taking a large step to catch it.

You froze as he unintentionally corners you, for the moment you can't help but take him in, analyzing every detail as you'd always done as a soldier. His hair and clothes damp from the rain, cheeks flushed for a reason you weren't sure of. He's tall, wide broad shoulders, a scar curved through his left brow to his temple, green eyes and he smelled...warm, was the only way you could describe it. You're sure his skin would feel as so.

You were quite cold from the rain, though you've been freezing ever since that day and you've never gotten past the phantom cold, eager to be warm again.

Your eyes flicker up, surprised to meet his staring back, seemingly taking you in the same way. His hand leaving the opening elevator door, to rest above the wall above your head. He was close enough for you to feel the leather of his kevlar against the back of your hand, for once your first thought wasn't to push someone away. His gaze lingers on the fresh scar beneath your eye, the tinted pink fading in the white of it.

And then you remember.

There's nothing good here left for you anymore.

You're no longer a soldier.

No longer apart of the Task Force, no longer apart of any of this.

And the things you'd be left with just for being here...

Bringing your hand up to your face, running over the raised, ruined skin, your jaw tightening and your lips pressing together. You shift to the side, your hand finding the handle grip along the sides of the elevator doors.

He notices, straightening, awkwardly. Swallowing thickly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to, uh..." he squeezes his fist, as if berating himself internally. "--that's quite the battle scar." Again his expression twists at his own question, fist squeezing, that was a dumb thing to ask.

"It's not."

Confused. "Not what?"

"From a battle," you admitted before pressing the button for the elevator again, it opens this time. "I appreciate the conversation, stranger. But, you should go."

He follows you to the divide of the open elevator, the both of you still facing the other.

Your stranger speaks soundly. "Wes."

His name you realized, you press your lips together, thoughtfully as he stares at you, not expecting anything in return, seeming peaceful with you just...knowing. The elevator doors slipping closed. You say nothing else, but you can't help but look at him differently, humming softly. You supposed he was no longer a stranger.

The metal doors close with a light thud.

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Entering the room that had been your home for so many years, you pull your mattress onto the bed frame, fixing it to sit. You had broken your desk chair while trying to throw it at Johnny earlier.

Your IV pole had somehow made it here as well but you were sure putting a needle back in your arm wasn't the smartest idea.

You did notice someone had come to tidy the place up, the door having been replaced since and the lock restored. You don't hesitate to lock the door immediately, carefully looking around the room, turning on every light you could.

You wouldn't say you were afraid of the dark now, but you can't say you're fond of it either after everything.

Opening the blinds of the window, you shove them aside, letting the light of the street lamps in as well. Ok, maybe, you were afraid of the dark now. You used to hate sleeping with even the TV on, now you can hardly close your eyes without feeling like you're back in that cell.

Slipping your towel off of the side table, you walk over to your bed, sitting. It's quiet in here. Uncomfortably so. You used to have an old radio, playing soft music. Your TV blaring an old TV show as background noise. Neither of those things seemed to be present in the room, most probably taken during your time in the hole.

Running the towel over your still wet hair, you let it land in your lap, urging yourself to breathe evenly.

This time tomorrow you'd be off base, no longer a soldier but a citizen, with no one to turn to and disowned by your family...

You lean into your hands, breathing shakily, closing your eyes, it was all just so much.

Running your fingers through your hair, you lean back and look up, your upper shelf laid just above your bed. You turn, shifting over to the shelf, luckily it had remained mostly unbothered compared to everything else.

Lifting a music box from the desk, you set it beside you, opening the compartment, a soft hum of music beginning and building to a magical bell tone that continues to build until you remove a velvet box. Closing the lid, the music halting to a abrupt stop.

You stare at the velvet box in your grip, running your thumb along the material. You could never take your ring with you on missions, never wanting to risk losing it, so you always kept it where you could find it, where you'd never lose it.

Flipping the box open, you suck in a short breath as you stare at the engagement ring, sadly tracing the band. You'd be lying if you said a piece of you didn't still love Simon, of course it could never be the love it was. Now it was just a shameful attachment to the first man you'd ever loved.

It was during a mission that he proposed. Or at least the aftermath of one. Though it had been successful the team was forced to lay low for a few days in enemy territory.

The subtle light of the safe house cast shadows across the room, the usual tension of Task Force 141 momentarily replaced by an air of anticipation. Everyone knew but you. Ghost stood slightly apart from the group, his mask hiding the myriad of emotions that flickered beneath. He’d planned this moment carefully and yet being trapped in a safe house during the night of the dinner he'd planned for you both wasn't apart of it. It was still meant to be tonight.

Your lover stared at you in the reflection of the window, catching your beautiful eyes in the glass, they sparkle and his bones feel liquid and he nearly loses his grip on the velvet box. What better time could there be?

Ghost turned to you, pulling his mask away, revealing Simon Riley, garnering your attention with a surprised stare, "Si?"

His deep voice steady yet laced with a rare vulnerability. “You know I’ve fought a lot of battles, but none quite like this one.” The team fell silent, the weight of the moment sinking in. Price raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk dancing on his lips, while Johnny tried to stifle a grin, Kyle cursed quietly shifting in anticipation. "You're the only reason I keep pushing forward, I want a life with you, I wanna share it all with you."

Simon takes the closing steps to you, watching you closely, the two of you sharing the same overwhelming emotion. This was really happening. "I can't imagine taking on this life of chaos with you."

With a small, almost hesitant movement, Simon revealed the velvet box. The flicker of metal caught the light as he produced a small box, his hands surprisingly unsteady. “We’ve been through hell and back, but there’s no one I’d rather have by my side.” He dropped to one knee, the rest of the team exchanging glances, a mix of excitement and surprise evident in their expressions. "No one but you."

As Simon kneels before you, your heart races, disbelief clear on your face, brows furrowing into each other, watering as you look to him, all your feelings flooding your senses. His words echo in your mind, and the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you.

“Marry me...” His voice was firm, yet you could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the way he waited with baited breath, his shoulders halting all movement as he wouldn't take a single breath until your answer. The room held its breath, the only sound the quiet rustle of fabric as the team leaned in slightly, as if to witness a moment that transcended their usual world of warfare.

You felt your heart race, your vision blurred with tears. "Simon..." the world narrowing down to Simon and the hope in his gaze. The silence was palpable, a shared moment of vulnerability among seasoned soldiers. Finally, you nodded, emotions swirling as a smile broke across your face. “Yes,” you laughed with a sob, nodding as you wiped your face. "Of course, Simon. Yes!"

Simon rose, slipping the ring onto your finger as cheers erupted from the team. The laughter and joyful roars of Task Force 141, your family, fade into the background as you focus solely on Simon, the man you love. Johnny clapped Simon on the back, Price grinned widely, laughing heartily in glee, and Kyle let out a whoop of approval. In that moment, amidst the chaos of their lives, there was a rare glimpse of hope and happiness—a reminder of what they were truly fighting for.

You stare down at the scars enveloping your wrists, still raw and sensitive even now. Along your ring finger was the imprint of your engagement ring, it would fade with time, but nothing else would.

Who would've thought things would've ended this way.

Sniffling miserably, you grab at your hair violently, clawing into your skin, "Such a fucking idiot--" you grit out, breathing shakily. "Stupid. Stupid, dumb--" you hit yourself, your palm slapping into your forehead, your nails dig into your scalp. You inhale messily, unable to breathe, "It's your fault," hyperventilating, angrily. "You did this..."

You sob out, your face flushed with a horrible warmth that closes up your throat as you cry. You felt so blind, so dumb for thinking this family was ever real, that they were anymore than colleagues, soldiers of war. An idiot for believing in Ghost, believing that he was more than the soldier you'd fought beside for a decade.

Your fist wrapping around the velvet box, the side of your fist going back to his your head feverously, until it hurts. Until you're satisfied. When you stop, you scream and run your hands down your face, unable to contain your maddening grief, "FUCK!"

Hurling the box to the other side of the room it collides with the plastered wall, cracking the paint and denting the wall. It breaks, the ring spilling out somewhere along the floor, you don't look for it, instead you're shoving over your dresser, pushing everything off the side of your desk, kicking the wooden pieces of your favorite chair. You scream and cry and shout, tossing everything you could possible get your hands on in your room. "You're so fucking stupid!"

Slamming the music box down onto the floor, it crumbles, music spilling out before fading to a broken tone and then fading into silence.

You rip open memory photos you had taken of the team, their smiling faces, your content expression. With no strength to rip the book by hand, you step on the left pages, pulling the next side with a rageful sound. You continue to do so until every. last. picture is completely torn apart.

Shoving it all into the trash, crying all the while, as you shove it all inside the metal bin, your eyes squeeze shut. You drew in shaky breaths, but each inhale felt too shallow, too quick. The weight of everything—the heartbreak, the disappointments—were pressing down on your chest like a block of cement. Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision as you fought to catch you breath.

You press your palms into your thighs, trying to ground yourself, but the overwhelming feeling spiraled further, tightening your throat and making it harder to breathe.

A strangled sob escaped your lips, and you buried your face in your hands, collapsing back onto the floor.

Glass shattered all around you, wood splintered to pieces, the room is ruined once more and you're breaking all over again.

You sat there for hours, curled into yourself. It was moments later you'd remember you have to pack up your life here now.

Opening the door of your closet, holding your last pieces of sanity together as you pull your suitcases from the storage. Breathing heavily, you stare with blurred vision into the empty cases, this was it, you were done, so abruptly, so painfully...

Everything hurts now.

Your body, your heart, everything. And you weren't sure it would ever get better.

But despite it, you slide your suitcase over to your bolted shelves, beginning to pack. Wiping away the tears that stained your face, every piece of clothing made you feel just a bit lighter.

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Office Demolition Contractors in Dubai

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