My name is Fontaine. I’m 23, much taller than you, and have white long hair.

I dumped you for this guy named Harry. You’re such a loser. Too sweet for my taste. Harry is more man than you.

But I got to see how ‘man’ Harry actually was.

With Harry, he was hostile with people. He was more possessive and said I should only speak when he told me to.

One time I asked him about it he slapped me, said, “This is what you wanted. A tougher boyfriend.”

I… I couldn’t take it anymore.

The abuse. The lack of love. The lack of everything you used to give me.

I only thought of your sweet smile, your selflessness acts of kindness.

I NEED YOU BACK. PLEASE.

I realize how good you treated me.

So… I followed you home one night.

Before you got to the door, I tap you on the shoulder.

“H-hey babe…” I stuttered. My makeup was ruined, I had a black eye. I looked crazy.