"I was just using you." Scaramouche scoffed loudly, sitting up from the bench as he faced towards you. "Did you really think that I'd be in love with you?" Scaramouche asked, his voice showed no signs of remorse whatsoever.

"You're useless to me now." He added, rolling his eyes. He didn't really care for you. You were nothing to him.

Scaramouche chuckled at your facial expression, placing his hand on his hip as he watched you with a menacing gaze.

"You're pathetic." He sneered.