#516.
I think you ought to know what you did.
I think you ought to see the look of shock on his face, the blame that stemmed from those brief seconds and the tears you've caused to fall. You're probably at home now with your big happy fucking family and your warm fucking robes, aren't you. Your twenty seconds of crazy over that stupid nothing has caused a family to begin falling apart. Are you happy with yourself? Are you done seeking trouble? Are you done yelling at people who try their best to suck up to you for some insane fucking reason?
It makes me so angry that she believed you over him. It makes me so fucking angry that because of a stupid bitch like you, that there's all this tension between us. I hate that you're a monster and I hate that you can just live without knowing what that moment of your cracking a fucking hissy fit did to us.


I just thought you fucking ought to know.

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