Possibly the worst possible feeling is repentance.
One is suffocated by the grip of conscience, when there is no turning things back.
When one is so taken over by remorse that all feelings appear etched across one’s face for the whole world to see and judge.
No one to blame but oneself. No one to curse, no one to hold a grudge against, no one to be mad at.
One can’t look for help, because one doesn’t deserve help, or sympathy.
One tries to justify the actions which lead to the situation – to no avail.
One knows one is wrong.
Yet, there is nothing one can do about it.
Not even apologise.
The end is always unexpected. And abrupt
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