115 No Longer Alone

If there was one thing he regretted, it was that he couldn't remember what it felt like to be alone anymore. He had unwittingly traded away his solitude — or something extremely similar to it — in return for his newfound happiness.

No… Using the word "regret" was out of line, even if I was exaggerating.

I don't regret it all. Not a single bit. I've never been happier in my life. By all rights, I shouldn't even be complaining…

He just felt like something had changed. For his entire life, it'd been him against the world. He had kept his distance — kept his guard up — and done his utmost to limit his interactions with other people.

It's not like I hated people. Not in general, at least. I just couldn't bring myself to deal with them anymore.

I just found it to be a tiring exercise in futility.