The sorrow and remorse I felt made me dizzy.
Everybody makes mistakes and wishes to go back in time at some point, but with regret so all-consuming, with the need to change something in the past so evident, it is no more than the worst torment.
There is no way to change the trajectory of a path that has already been taken, not when the way back is barred.
I looked at the blood and vomit before me and noticed that time seemed to have halted.
When remorse overwhelms, when the path must be changed, when everything is already over but HAS to begin anew, another change, another life, another try, then what is left to do?
How to achieve the impossible with just your mind as your weapon and just your sorrow as your company?
"There is no fucking solution," I whispered.
"If there is neither a solution nor a way to live without said solution, then..."
