Dear Klara,
Finally I made it. Thanks to the scoundrel Levi, I’m here, in Ralph’s fort. Can you imagine? His fort is magical and mysterious and so is he. He’s handsome just like I imagined but more taller, muscular, cold and also cruel. I, now believe the phrase ‘Looks can be deceiving’ and it suits the moron well.
I slept on the floor, took a cold shower, starved for two days and it was all because of him. He had been so hard on me and I already prepared myself to face his mistreatment but still it hurts. His coldness broke my heart when he physically abused me and my heart nearly bled when I saw him banging that f-ing chameleon.
I felt betrayed to see him sleeping with other women everyday while he’s still engaged to me. I might be dead to him but that alone can’t justify his actions. I wanted to leave him for hurting me but my conscience stopped me. I am not a coward and definitely not a quitter. I’m here to take Ralph back home. He grew up alone without family’s care, so it’s no
