Before the simple note was written, Let's rewind to act four, It appears our damsel was quite smitten, ill prepared for what was in store. The setting is a bedroom, candle wax smelled of lavender, the bubbly, no longer, uncorked. It seemed as though a scavenger rummaged through the lingerie drawer. Pictures of a happy couple, scattered, A champagne flute shattered, glass intermingled with that of the full length mirror. A jagged blade, used in vein, used in terror, on top a sheet made unexpectedly crimson. There is no rhyme or reason, that his note would say no more than I still love you, but not like before.