I couldn’t eat or sleep properly after what happened between Anita and I. Frankly, it was very difficult to do anything when my mind couldn’t forget the hurt written all over Anita’s face when she looked at me, and remembering the last words she had said to me over and over again.
I leaned forward, clutching on to my shirt tightly as I felt my chest getting tighter and tighter. It was so painful I was having a hard time breathing, but I didn’t stop it. In fact, I let it happen. I let it run its course because I believed I deserved it. I deserved whatever suffering I had to go through for doing that to the one person that made me feel the way she did. If I could go back, I knew I would change what had happened, but I couldn’t… so I had no choice, but to accept the consequences of my actio
