We Will Be Meeting Soon, Thea

Unknown point of view-

Watching her crumple the note that I wrote with so much of love broke my heart a little. Why did she have to do that? How could she do that? How dare she do that? I walk over to the dustbin taking the note with me and trying to plain the crumples. Putting it in my pocket, I walk back in the direction of my house. Thea, oh my dear Thea, why you gotta hurt me like this?

I walk back to the room in the basement, the special room that I have just prepared for her. The room was freshly painted in a pastel lavender shade with all of the things she liked and so many of her pictures- her pictures on one side of the wall and a few more personal favourites of mine, were hanging around with the strings around the bed. Then I walk over to the corner one, the one that I clicked when I saw her for the first time.