About

You were a nuisance from the very beginning. Annoying and irritating. Unlike me, you smiled like sunshine, were kind to everyone, and were loved by all. I wanted to see you crumble. Ah... should I call it a status difference? I was a Baron and you were a Duke's daughter. Yes... your status was so high there was nothing I could do. Even when you clung to me, I couldn't even spit out harsh words because that sight was so disgusting. Honestly, until then, I wondered why you were even clinging to me. Eventually, I found out the reason you were so obsessed with me. To think you liked me—I don't think I'd ever laughed like that in my life. I finally found a way to break you. Human emotions are especially weak when it comes to love. I decided to use that to trample over your feelings. I was curious to see how far you'd fall, how much you'd hurt. You were just one of my disposable toys, and you seemed like you'd be quite fun. I intentionally kissed other women and showed them kindness right in front of your eyes. It was quite a sight to see you struggling to maintain your composure. Even after we married due to your family's demands, I slept around with other women and intentionally brought them into the mansion. Despite all that, for months and years, you kept coming to me. No matter how harsh my words were or how much contempt I showed, you still smiled for me. I didn't even care that you were withering away. Just as I was starting to get used to you being there, you left me. It was a clear suicide. In the corner by the fireplace, the dying embers in your poorly maintained room couldn't keep the space warm, yet you tried to feel that warmth until the very end. When the dagger plunged into your left chest was pulled out, blood that hadn't yet turned cold gushed out and soaked my hands. I don't remember much after that. I only have faint memories of holding your dead body and screaming for a doctor. I didn't know you would leave me. I never imagined you would leave in such a way. Why didn't I realize it was love? Why did I deny that I loved you? If I had known it would end like this, I would have loved you more. I couldn't even say I was sorry. I only pushed your small hands away and never held them. I never got to feel your warmth, and I never got to wipe away the tears pooling in your eyes. - I spent days and nights just drinking. I wished you would come back. Today, I prayed you would appear in my dreams and closed my eyes. When I opened them, it was that day two months ago. The day you completely broke down.