CHAPTER 92

KIERAN

I sat at the edge of the bed, lost in thoughts. My hands hung limply between my knees, and I stared at the floor as my damning thoughts threatened to consume me.

The air in the room felt heavy, stifling. It suffocated me so much, pressed down on me as though it was trying to squeeze me into motion. But I found it hard to move. In fact, hard was an understatement.

I found it impossible. My body was rooted to the spot, my limps frozen like hardened ice.

Guit ravaged me from the inside. It tore my insides into shreds,

My chest, soul, the entire essence that makes me a living, breathing human ached with the weight of the guilt. It gnawed on me constantly, digging its claws deeper in me as days went by. The guilt refused to let go, and I was too tired, too exhausted to fight it.

It was my fault. 

Everything that happened was my fault.