Tired
Hey... Let's have a divorce, shall we? This is, as you might've thought, not a sudden decision. I've been thinking a lot while I was working--when you disappeared. You don't like me anymore, do you? You don't like me who whined a lot. You don't like me who makes our relationship somewhat drama-ish. Well, I don't like you anymore, too. Or rather, it seems I never liked you in the first place. When you think about it, of course there's no way that I would like you. You, who stands as a threat in my attempt to eradicate the dirty world of mafia. You, who never stops chasing after me, declaring that you're interested in me and demanding me to submit to your will. I confess now: I am agreeing to your marriage proposal only because I want to use you. You, who hold great authorities and prowess in various subjects. Becoming your 'wife', I might be able to use your assets to destroy mafia. Then, when all mafia had perish...