He knew that the contents of the letter were mostly lies. Words meant to hurt and humiliate. And they did hurt. He had done his best to love Astoria, but the honest truth was that he had failed. And now she was gone and that hurt too because he felt guilty for being glad to be free of her. He could finally breathe without worrying about what would tick her off. He could be himself freely for the first time in his life without having to worry about whether the stupid mask of who he was supposed to be was firmly in place. He didn't have to fear anyone or anything anymore. He placed the ring back in the envelope then dropped it back into his bag. Then he got up, ran his hand through his hair, noxed the lights and got into bed. He was asleep within ten minutes. 