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After the anxiety of the past couple days had died down, she was left with a feeling of the world being pulled off her shoulders for a brief, but liberating second. Sadly, once the anxieties had dwindled, frustration took their place.
She had spoken with him that night. She needed to set the record straight and get some straight answers. He had been awfully polite and it had been as if everything that had ever went wrong, was just a cruel nightmare in the back of her mind.
She knew that things would never go back to it's once torturing yet fleetingly comfortable normality, and as these things sunk deeper, and deeper into her heart, she felt a gigantic pang of regret.
She knew that it came down to her being the bad guy.
She was the destroyer.
She had been the one that ruined it all.
She was feeling regret, and above all, she was guilty.
He had loved her. He had loved her so deeply, and because she was too much of a coward to put herself in the position to be loved, she became the betrayer.
"Maybe I'll be able to try again one day..." she thought feverishly. Maybe she could make it right with someone else.
She knew she didn't want anyone else. But she knew things were forever gone. Things, as she knew them, would never be how she wanted them to be again.
And for these things, she was sorry.
She had spoken with him that night. She needed to set the record straight and get some straight answers. He had been awfully polite and it had been as if everything that had ever went wrong, was just a cruel nightmare in the back of her mind.
She knew that things would never go back to it's once torturing yet fleetingly comfortable normality, and as these things sunk deeper, and deeper into her heart, she felt a gigantic pang of regret.
She knew that it came down to her being the bad guy.
She was the destroyer.
She had been the one that ruined it all.
She was feeling regret, and above all, she was guilty.
He had loved her. He had loved her so deeply, and because she was too much of a coward to put herself in the position to be loved, she became the betrayer.
"Maybe I'll be able to try again one day..." she thought feverishly. Maybe she could make it right with someone else.
She knew she didn't want anyone else. But she knew things were forever gone. Things, as she knew them, would never be how she wanted them to be again.
And for these things, she was sorry.