. I took the letter from Alfred and read everything.

My eyes read word for word, the more that I read the more that I felt a sudden rage of anger boiling through my body.

"Alfred, hand me your blade." Alfred was afraid of what I'll do but nonetheless an order from me is none refutable. He gave me the sharp blade, unsheathing it and I kicked the picnic mattress.

I cut down the grass like a crazy mad-man. Everything sucks. It all fucking sucks. "I MET HER FIRST YOU KNOW! I'M SUCH A DUMBASS!"

Who got engaged to her?! I haven't heard of anything about an engagement!

I looked through the canvas where I planned to place her portrait of us.

Her beautiful image flashed through my mind making my headache.

Fueled with anger. I took out my sword and slashed the canvas in half.

I screamed yet again, howling like a wolf in pain. I fell down to my knees afterwards. Alfred was quick enough to catch me, "Young miss, let's go home."

I couldn't move. Alfred carried me the whole way back to the mansion.

I didn't give a damn anymore after reading her letter. How could she... just leave me like that.