Your breath begins to quicken. Your heart begins to race.
You throw the knife down in front of you, the action rushed. In that moment, you realize it's done. You cannot hide and deny what has been brought to the light.
You can't go back.
You hold your face in your hands, burning with shame. With regret. With guilt.
You don't care that blood is now running down your arm. You don't care if he can see it.
You're shaking. You're bleeding. You're wracked with grief and shame.
You're a goddamn mess.
Suddenly, Darin throws his arms around you.
And he starts to sob into you.
And you break down into tearless cries against him.
It all comes rushing out. The pain, the hate, the guilt. All of the memories, the horrid thoughts, the terror and the dread.
It all comes pouring out as shame. As shame and regret.
What have I done to myself?
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