>>1343For a letter attempting to make amends, it certainly did nothing to hide the airs of arrogance seeped deep in the paper. From the thick parchment to the elegant strokes and bright blue ink, everything exuded an unwarranted sense of superiority - all save the poor penmanship.
The corner of his lips twitched. Only he could read that bastard's handwriting without furrowing a brow. He shook his head and chased away the old pleasant memories that had been wrought with mire and heartbreak. The past built the foundation for his present and future. Good, bad, uneventful, each memory laid a brick one piece at a time to create his stronghold. The sweetness with his former lover had crumbled and cratered into a vulnerability not even time could repair. Instead Allendale used his anguish and rage to fortify the weakness and hoped to never encounter the one person who could topple it with a single breath.
Down came the walls and exposed the pathetic, sorrowful man who had no more heart to give.
"Of course forgiveness isn't of any use to you, Vincent," Allendale scoffed, folding the note neatly inside the box. "Such a thing is unbecoming of a social climber who landed himself in high society and turned your back on the lessers."
He removed a detached rose head and crushed it in his hand. Idiot had to use the most ambiguous and controversial flower. And those violets? Did he stay faithful to him or simply decided to watched from a distance while he stumbled through life?
Shivers ran through his body. What if it had been both?