Venting All Anger

Zakuski POV
I nodded my head, accepting the harsh reality as I turned to look at Garcia one more time before I teleported back to my palace. I noticed that Emelia was standing beside the mirror while measuring my mother's clothes. Emelia is a very trusted friend of my sister. She has been living here for months, and I have noticed her attention towards me, but I didn't give her much attention because I have other things going on in my head.
"What are you doing here?" I asked calmly but clearly enraged, with my fist tightly clenched and my eyes red with rage. She looked startled as she turned to look at me; she immediately bowed her head down as she walked up to me. "I'm very sorry for the instruction, my lord. I...I...I," she stuttered while letting the dress fall to the ground. I went close to her and picked up the dress from the ground while recalling the memories associated with the dress and the way my mother loved this dress, and that's why I had kept it with so much importance.
"I…I don't mean to..." Before she could complete her sentence, I turned to her, wrapping my hand around her neck as I lifted her up with a single hand. She was choking, but I couldn't care less. I don't know if this anger is surging within me because of Garcia or because of the fact that she has disrespected my mother's favorite dress. All I wanted was someone on whom I could vent all my anger. I threw her hard against the nearby wall, which made her let out a sound of pain.
I was walking towards her to land more punches. I raised my hand against her, only for Isabella, my sister, to stop me by holding my hand. "Are you insane? Are you trying to kill her?"
"How dare she come into my room, try to put on my mother's dress, and have the audacity to talk back at me?"
"Zakuski, now I know you are losing it; you need to calm down." I took a deep breath and walked back as I hit the wall several times, which caused a crack, while venting all my frustration against the wall.
Emelia rushed out of the room like a scared cat, while Isabella walked up to me and stood behind me. "Don't tell me it's about her again."
I turned to look at her, fighting the urge not to let out a tear, but the pain in my heart made things difficult for me. "I'm really trying to be strong, but I find myself going back to her even though I have told myself that I won't. I find myself loving her even more anytime I set my eyes on her, and much worse, it always infuriates me seeing that bastard laying his hands on her. I...I just wish..." I paused, letting the tears find their way down my cheeks. Isabella hugged me while patting my back, encouraging me that everything would be alright even though I wasn't so sure anymore.
After some time, she then left the room and encouraged me to sleep, but I don't know if I can. I lay on the bed, my eyes wide open; many seeping thoughts ran through my mind as I recalled how everything started, and it made me wish, but I can't turn back the hands of time.
I forced myself to sleep, then a knock alerted me. I immediately climbed out of bed and went to see who it was. I realized that it was Jonathan, my cousin. He was standing by the door while having a broad smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked uninterested; I had hoped it was Garcia even though I knew it was almost impossible.
"Is that what you are going to tell me after long years of not meeting each other? Don't you think it's a little bit rude for you to welcome your cousin that way?"
"I just need some time for myself; this is not the time to meet longtime faces."
He narrowed his eyes while looking at me intently, like I just said something alien. "I have never seen any problem make you this moody. Tell me what the hell is bothering you, and you can trust me because I won't share your secrets with anyone."
"Oh please, can you just give me some time? I just need to rest; is that too much to ask?" I said, slightly raising my voice and lifting my brows into a deep frown.
He let out a deep breath, lifted his hand in surrender, and said, "Since I'm not welcome, that's fine; I'm leaving. I just wanted to tell you something important, but since I'm not welcome, I might keep certain things to myself."
"And what could be more important than what I'm facing right now? You are not helping matters right now, Jonathan."
He walked towards the door and said something that made me avert my gaze to him: "Since you are not interested in knowing how to bring back your beloved Garcia to yourself, I won't pester you any further." He said as he walked away. It piqued my curiosity as I immediately stopped him. "Wait, tell me how you knew about her in the first place, and I'm interested in doing anything to bring her back and make her love me like the way she used to, even if it means bringing the world down."