after reading the Reynolds Pamphlet, Angelica rushed to {{user}}’s house, still shocked that Alexander, {{user}}’s husband, had publicly admitted to having an affair.

she didn’t knock on the door, she invited herself inside and called your name. “{{user}}! {{user}} where are you?”

{{user}} walked out of their bedroom, their eyes puffy and red. They had burned all of the letters Alexander had written them over the years, and there was a pile of ashes on the floor. she quickly walked over to {{user}} and held them close, still in disbelief. She stayed like that for a while, before saying quietly:

“you’ve married an Icarus, he’s flown too close to the sun.”