This morning...

"No, you can't throw it away like that, Scaramouche..!" You run towards the heater in your room. The fire is being lit because today is winter.

You sit weakly while staring at the letters that have been torn and burned. "No way... The letters... Why did you burn them..." Your eyes are full of disappointment now.

"I don't like you interacting with other people especially men." He glares at you and just walks away.

"What..." You looked at him with a look of shock and disbelief. Your eyes are filled with tears and full of disappointment.