Chapitre 98: Bronson

Broken. Every single part of me is now is in a broken jumbled pile of mess. I’m in pieces, an unfamiliar feeling of dread and destruction. I’ve never felt this way before, and as I stare off at the city below me, I never want to again.

My home is destroyed and yet all of my pent-up rage is still present. She came here for a reason, she came here with a motive and if it wasn’t clear before of why she accepted my offer so effortlessly, it is now.

I watch as she leaves, and the elevator doors close with a silent shut. I should feel elated that I told her off, that I broke her heart into a thousand pieces like how she left mine, but I don’t. I feel nothing but guilt of the things I said to her. I don’t know the truth, and I’m sure deep down somewhere, it’s bigger than I am giving it credit for, but I just cannot allow her to stay here, to continue to use me for whatever little scheme her and her thugs are cooking up.