A deadly silence envelopes the room as I keep staring at those dead eyes fixed at me. A forbidden emotion hits my chest which I have long buried with my very soul 10 years back.
Regret.
I shouldn't be feeling it. Even if she is dead,I should only be relieved of her useless existence. Isn't this what I planned for her?
One day she was going to die anyways.
Then why am I feeling like this?
Why the thought of not seeing her again, not hearing her voice and not inhaling her sweet fragrance made me restless.
Her existence was meaningless to me, right?
Why am I mourning her death then?
No.
This is not it. This was too easy.
Death shouldn't be so peaceful for her. She still has to suffer so much. She hasn't paid for her sins, she has to live.
She fuc*ing can't stop breathing til
