her heart was heavy she walked boldly though stumbled to the stationery shop opened her purse and picked some old coins "a writing pad and an envelope", she ordered "can i have the writing pad with a broken heart", she requested For her heart was truly broken she chose red ink to scribble words from her bleeding heart with her paper wet with tears her world now a mess, joy is now her past now she is frail and bitter so she struggled to conclude her letter with a "Thank You" and her letter was nothing but the memories of a betrayal