Determination Of A Man In Love
To say that I am not feverishly mad shall be an understatement. I want to lay waste to all that I see in front of my eyes. I want to rip everything by the seems apart. God forbid the one that shall cross my path, I shall tear their skin off, each layer by layer until they are but only bone.
And as for Zoe, as I enter the room again, the mere sight of her repulses me. It burns a hole through my heart just having to face a woman that I have given my all to, and now she wants nothing to do with me.
"Princess, please, can we talk?"
"Foster, get out!"
Her voice rumbles in vibration as she demands for me to be gone, but I leave her with one parting thought.
"You will never get out of this house, so best you get used to it. You can push me away for as much as you like; I am not going anywhere."
With that, I leave the room, shutting the door with such great force that the paintings along the wall vibrate.