Hugo I must be a coward, because I can’t face the thought of seeing you to say this in person. Maybe one day I will be angry enough to feel strong, but for now I am only destroyed. And weak, and stupid, as you’ve known all along I must be. Because I did believe your lies. You won, I suppose. If that’s what the game was: my heart. I gave it to you, and you broke it. I don’t even care what you do with the pieces—pin them to your wall as a trophy if you want. I don’t want them back. I don’t want anything you’ve ever touched. I don’t know why you did it. Was money really enough of a reason? But I
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