"..."
The room was filled with a dark and gloomy atmosphere and in that silent room, a voice could be heard. It was faint.
A voice of someone shedding tears, with slight resistance from crying but the outburst of emotions couldn't be controlled when leaked.
"Hic-Hic… I-I… sh- cou- why didn't I…?" Peter sobbing like a 5-year-old couldn't even complete his sentence.
"Is that all?" I asked him.
"... Why?! Why are y-you asking me this again…!" Peter's lips trembled yet his voice wasn't as shaky as his lips.
"I want to hear it from you. Is that all? Is that how it all ended on 10th March?" I asked him.
I want him to stand on the thin line that I created. The imaginary line that I made on Peter's guilt. The more he feels the wrongdoing of his decision the more it's going to be easy for me to manipulate him.
