Regrets

Besides, what was the point of a life without Darren. I had hurt him and betrayed his love for me. It was all my fault.

But more importantly... If I killed myself now, at least, I'll be able to show Darren that I hated this just as much as he did. I could prove to him how much I loved him and how I would have never even thought to betray him nor his love for me...

Feeling a trickle of tears running in a stream down my face without my will, I stood from the sofa while still in a lost daze and made my way to the kitchen.

Agony, pain and hurt in my heart as I dragged my feet across the floor.

I didn't know when I got to the kitchen, but when I did, I raised my gaze to look towards where the kitchen knife was.

I moved towards the iron-silver blade and picked it up. For a while, I stared at my reflection on the silver blade of the knife in my trembling hands, its cold sharpness urged me to go ahead and put myself through .

My eyes, my face, my whole being, was... Living dead to th