I do not know how it's going to be. How can a person forgive herself? Why can't a person find the strength to forgive herself easily, while finding the strength to forgive others easily?
I promise. One day I will truly forgive myself.
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We were in a moment when we finally had enough of each other. We smiled lightly at each other as we lay facing each other under the covers. My mind was still full of questions.
"What will happen to her?" I said in a whisper. "I can't believe I just left her there."
He took his hand out from under the covers and caressed my cheek. "You don't need to feel guilty. Since she doesn't belong to this universe, her dead body was probably sent to her own universe by the gods. There was nothing you could do anyway." I sighed, trying to get rid of my trouble, but nothing changed.
"Now it's time for us to talk," I said while looking straight into his eyes. He frowned.
