I wonder where you are now. Are you happy? Are you satisfied with the heartbreak you left here? Your image darkens my mind. You're the person I love to hate. Do you realise what consequences your actions have left? I could quite happily kill you, but it would break my heart. To see your cold, dead body limp in my arms. That image would haunt me forever. Your features, frozen, forever young. Why did you feel the need to hurt me in that way? You know, our wedding was supposed to be perfect. I had my dress fitted and made by the best dress maker in town you know. I had all of my favourite jewellery ready. My mother lent me her Sapphire choker, that had been passed down through generations. It would count as something old, something borrowed and something blue. And the new earrings I brought were the something new. Everything was perfect. I had my so many guests to arrive, to look in awe at me walking down the isle, my arm entwined with my proud fathers. But no. You left me standing there, my heart slowly breaking, cracking, withering like a rose, the thorns still intact. Roses were my favourite flowers. But you knew that didn't you. You sent me a red rose every night, with the same message "I love you". But you didn't did you? Not really. Now time has frozen. I sit here, in the same chair, everyday. My surroundings are just like they were back on that day. Even the clocks have stopped. The only evidence that time has moved on is the cobwebs that decorate everything. My beautiful, pure white wedding dress has lost it's purity, like me I guess. The colour has faded, and yellowed over time. Everything is nearly exactly like it was on that beautiful, disastrous day. I feel like if everything looks the same as it did, then maybe I would be able to remember you better. Remember our precious memories better. Remember your love for me better. Was it love though? I'm bitter now. Cold. I don't want anyone to be happy anymore. Why should they be? I guess I'm clinging onto what we had. I couldn't bare it if anything changed. But you know I hate changes, don't you? You knew everything about me. How I used to love going on fresh morning walks in the summer, how I used to always write love letters to you but never send them. I still have them you know? Hidden under one of the loose floorboards in my house. I don't even eat as much anymore. I am withered and old now. I wonder how your life is… Have you met a special somebody? I hope you haven't. I hope that your heart is as shattered as mine. You have cursed me. I hope you know that. But you wouldn't would you. But I do. I am so very broken. Torn apart. Empty. Gone… Men are evil, vermin, sent to earth by Satan himself. Oh Estella. You really should've listened you know. He will break your heart yet. You will be broken like me. Time will freeze for you. You must learn.