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For days now, Angus has been trying to come up with a way to tell Matilda how he truly feels.

It has been a struggle for him and so he tries to boost his confidence with alcohol.

He finds himself at the terrace of the Mansion and he drinks bottles of bottles of alcohol.

He is very sure that she is going to never speak to him again once she finds out the truth.

She hates liars, he has seen it before, what's she going to do when she finds out that she is married to one?

The more he thinks about it, the more depressed he gets.

"Fucking perfect…" he mutters to himself. "My life is just fucking perfect."

The door opens and Matilda walks in, holding her hair so that it doesn't sway so much in the breeze.

She seems to be looking for him and her eyes light up as soon as they rest on him.

"Angus, oh my God, you scared the shut out of me."

She walks towards him and her fall falls as soon as she sees the state that he is in.

"Angus, are you drunk? Why are you on top of the terrace, dru
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