Regret.
I regret meeting you.
I regret knowing you.
I regret trusting you.
And most of all, I regret loving you.
Deep in the swamps that lie east of the world resides a legendary witch, who from her hovel watches over the entire world. There she crafts potions of unmatched potency and nature, ones that can heal all illness, make a weak man strong, and return the dead to the realm of living.
As long as one can tell a story that the witch has never heard, anything can be bought.
There I will seek treatment. A medicine for my regret. A bandage for my soul.
From now on, let us be strangers. You who were my world will now reside outside of it. You who were my love, will never again enter my eye.
Let our fate be severed.
But, I can’t help but wonder, in this world, is there really such thing as medicine for regret?
