Dear Ophelia,
You're pathetic.
How could you have possibly think I loved you? Every bittersweet word that spat out of my mouth caressing you dearly covered by nothing but my cruel intentions for you. I don't love you. I never loved you.
It was nothing but meaningless acts of kindness, pure heartless touches, deep cold eyes gazed upon you. I don't pity you. This is your fault.
Your brown eyes once staring up at me with lust, a burst of passion strikes through them as my mouth plays with your neck and my fingers pull at your hair. Now crimson red, you stare at me in pure hatred. I feel it radiating off of you from here.
Get over it Ophelia. You can't spend the rest of eternity upset because I didn't love you.
Love, Klaus.