I see you, my dear… I see you getting angry at me over what I did. I know that he was important to you, my love, but he had to go. He had to die. There was no other way around it. He had to die in order for us to be together. I see you destroying my apology rose. I kind of figured you would reject the rose, that’s why I only purchased one this time. Just know he had to die, my love.
I watched as you cried into his chest. f*****g Olsen… That bastard shouldn’t even be near you, let alone consoling you. That bastard shouldn’t even be touching you. You. Are. MINE!!! I continue to watch the two of you from a distance as he pulls you along to the car. He shouldn’t touch you. He shouldn’t touch what is mine….
I was there, sitting in the back row of the chapel. It was a lovely funeral, my darl
