Time and time again, my old friend 'regret' would come to visit the hollows of my heart. Whenever it does, I feel it in the deepest pit of my stomach, hot like the churning of flames in a forest fire. My bones shiver and my muscles freeze over.
Regret.
Oftentimes, I just let it devour me, consume me, burn me away like parchment crumbling at the lightest touch of a bright flame. Yes, it was often...
But often does not mean always.
"Neshama ve Emet!" my voice rang against the roaring winds as I fell through the Silver Portal. Instead of regret, an obstinate sense of anger burned through the veins of my body and through the bones buried beneath my flesh. It, too, was hot. Sizzling. As bright as the pillars of light that burst from my body as wings unfolded behind my back. The wind car
