You know what’s funny? I loved you. Genuinely, fuckin loved you. And you took that and used it like a some stupid makeshift lockpick. I spent years over this glass asking what I did wrong.Years.You know what it finally showed me? That I hadn’t done a goddamn thing wrong. I just trusted a woman who understood that trust is another word for wound.The part nobody warns you about is having to love the loss of it. Not grieve it. Love it. That’s where everyone falls short. They mourn what they’re misplaced. I celebrated. Grief belongs to people who still think...

I leave y’all for one freaking minute and you make a mess of the place completely. I have no clue how you made this the way it is. But fuck it I’m here now so let’s try to troubleshoot this shit.

Dear Scarlet,I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a very long time. I’m almost unsure if the feels are mutual as you have been giving mixed signals lately.Maybe I need to take the initiative and just tell you my intentions in person, rather than being cooped up in this cabin all day long. 

Searching in that dusty ass little temple of simps was ridiculous.  No wonder this chick had such a god complex. I went outta my gentleman way to bring her back to life and give her the life she never had just to see it blow up in my own damn face. Fuck you an Ceas, respectfully of course.

Rome’s a festering pit of togas and treachery, so what else is better to be fit for the throne quite like a good ol’ betrayal.