Chapitre 58: A Love That Has Died

Revenge is sweet. Guilt is a bitter pill to swallow. A man scorned is a lethal dose of chaos waiting to erupt.

I will lay waste to all that crosses my path; my plan set in motion is not yet done, for I have one true wish I want to achieve as I stare at myself in the tall mirror on the far side of my room.

This is what my life has come to, a ruthless man that shall do anything he sees fit to reap justice and reward.

And who else wants justice, or should I say revenge, is Breyden. He only had but four words for me.

YOU. ARE. FUCKING. DEAD.

Well, I think we did determine that a while ago already. We have just cemented that it will not become a true reality. I do not think there is any man that hates me as much as Breyden. To think that I once looked up to the man does bring a slight sting to a heart that has grown completely cold.