What if he looked at her with the same hurt and betrayal that had filled his gaze before? What if he could see through her bravado and into the truth of her heart?
"You deserved so much more," she whispered to the silence, wishing desperately for a chance to tell him that she had been wrong—that she had taken his love for granted, thinking it would always be there, waiting for her to return.
As she sat alone in the soft, fragrant grass, the weight of her regrets pressed heavily on her shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Cain," she murmured, letting the tears flow freely. "I wish I could tell you how much I regret everything. I wish I could turn back time and do it all differently."
But the truth remained: she was left to grapple with her guilt alone, haunted by the love she had shattered beyond repair.
