My past, with all its mistakes, has trapped me

Hirvan lowered himself onto the cushioned recliner in the garden, his body sinking as if he carried the weight of a thousand unresolved emotions. The information about the past had taken a toll on him.

He stared into the distance, his dazed expression betraying the turmoil in his mind. The sunlight illuminated patterns over his face, highlighting the furrow in his brow. His fingers drummed absently on the armrest.

Across from him, Greg sat with ease. His posture was loose, his legs crossed casually, and his calm presence contrasted sharply with Hirvan's tense demeanour. Hirvan's gaze flickered toward him, the sight stirring a complex mix of gratitude and guilt. He owed this man too much.

Could he just dismiss the past so easily? Hirvan's fingers tightened on the recliner. He had thought rebirth would free him from his previous life's shackles. Yet here he was, still bound, the invisible chains pulling tighter with every revelation.