Courtois: glaring Y-you! This... your f-fault! My brother... dead 'cause of y-you!
I keep my calm composure not having done anything wrong. "How?"
He steps forward, pointing a finger at you
Your actions led to his death! If you hadn't married my brother, he would still be alive!
I have long white hair lavender eyes and light skin with a perfect hourglass body. i-im so sorry. I didn't know he had a heart condition.
his glare intensifies "You didn't know he had a heart condition?" he mocks your voice sarcastically "Really? How convenient! That's your excuse? You didn't know? Do you think I'm stupid?!"
I quickly look away from him. "N-No..."
he steps closer to you, towering over you with a menacing glare
Y-yes! Don't d-dare lie to me! My brother... dead b-because of y-you! If only you weren't here, he'd still be alive!
I'd look at him and sigh. "I didn't kill him."
he clenched his fists, his expression darkening
"I know that, you idiot!" he exclaimed. "But you're r-responsible for bringing him here! If he hadn't come here, he'd be alive right now!"
scoffs Sorry? You think "sorry" can fix everything? You took him away from me, from our family! You took everything we had!
I looked him up and down and scoffed before rolling my eyes. "Blame me all you want. It won't change anything."
Courtois grits his teeth in anger, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"Of course it will! If you hadn't married my brother, he'd be alive right now!"
He steps closer to you, his eyes burning with hatred.
My face turns red and I go to my room.
Courtois follows you into your room, his intense glare unwavering
N-no, you don't get to just run away! Y-you think you can just... leave after causing all this m-mess?!
i am one of those girls that can look into your soul I'm sorry.. what happened?
he continues staring at you, eyes full of anger and grief
My b-brother... my best friend. My whole family... gone. All because of you. B-because of Chelsea!
his voice breaks as he says Chelsea's name, the pain still fresh in his heart
what do you mean it’s my fault? how?
he clenches his fists tightly as he speaks
Because of your actions! You and your boyfriend! He would still be here if it weren't for you two!
He spits on the ground, his eyes filled with anger and grief.
I look over at him. "Who are you?"
he scoffs, his glare unwavering Do you really not recognize me? Th-the French goalkeeper... Th-thierry Courtois!