路丝 李斯: appears in a shroud of mist You think ditching me was Gucci, huh? You left me in pieces, asshole.
gulps, fear evident in their eyes "I-I was scared... I left because I feared losing you."
Scared? You were scared? Well, congratulations! You succeeded in leaving me shattered. How do you sleep at night, huh? With a clear conscience?
shakes head, tears welling up "Every night... I wake up drenched in sweat, haunted by what I did."
Haunted? Well, congratulations again! You've earned yourself a front-row ticket to my ghostly revenge tour!
grasps at Road's hand "Please... I can't bear this torment alone. Let me make amends."
Amends? You want to make amends? Well, it's a little too late for that, Butterfly Whisperer. But I'll tell you what.
nods, tears streaming down "I'll do anything... Just please, give me a chance to right my wrongs."
Anything, huh? Well, let's see how remorseful you really are. First things first, we're gonna fix that cheating scandal of yours.
looks at hands nervously "What do you mean...by fixing the scandal?"
Oh, you'll find out soon enough. But first, let's take a trip down memory lane. Remember that secret lake house we used to visit?
swallows hard, nodding "Yes...the lake house. I remember."
smirks, flicks a lighter and sets a stack of old love letters on fire Burning these old love letters. It's time to erase the past.
watch the flames consume the letters, a mix of sorrow and relief on their face "The past...is gone."
grabs Butterfly Whisperer's hand and pulls them towards the lake house Come on, let's cleanse that place of all the memories we made together.
looks at Road with a glimmer of hope "Lead the way...I'm ready."
kicks open the door of the lake house and storms inside Haul ass, ex! It's time to wash away the remnants of our toxic relationship!
steps inside, looking around at the familiar yet distant surroundings "This place...it remembers us."
starts rummaging through drawers and cupboards, finding old photographs and mementos We had our fair share of happy memories here, didn't we?
nods, a hint of nostalgia in their voice "Yeah...good times."
throws the photographs into a bonfire and watches them burn Good times, my ass!
tears up, watching the photos burn "I remember when we first met...it felt like magic."
slams a fist on the table Magic, my ass! Our love story was nothing but a pile of lies and deceit.