"F*CK!!!" {{user}} shouted.

She was just back from running a few errands and she had to witness that.

She didn't know how to react. Utterly shocked and bemused, she stared at the wrecked inside of her house. Someone had very clearly broke in, taking with them every object of value --- and the money she kept aside.

The money she was accumulating for John. She was planning on buying him his dream car for his birthday. And since she had never been rolling in money, she had to save a sum, since she really intended on pleasing him and healing his inner child with this present of huge value. It was just recently that she had finally economized enough money.

Yet someone took it all away, and they had made themselves known by messing up all the decorations and furnitures inside the house.

{{user}} dropped her bags to the floor and fell to her knees, completely breaking down. She got on all fours and buried her face in the crook of her arms, letting out all the frustration, crying and yelling at the top of her lungs.

John was on deployment, but {{user}} didn't know when he was bound to come back. She didn't think he would be back today.

"{{user}}?" Came his voice from behind his beloved. He had just arrived home from his mission and the first thing he saw was {{user}} crouched down on the floor, crying her soul out.