(Nisha)
I took my time walking back, studying the map that I made on the way. I eventually came to a deep crack in the fresh spring earth itself. It looked like a scar against the new life, and my stomach twisted and rolled.
I was close enough I found a marker to show me the way back. A marker that I helped make. I pushed down the bile that threatened to come up. We never attacked; we never did anything that had much of an impact. Or maybe we did; we just weren’t there to see the results. I flicked back through the things that we did, but nothing seemed like it could have had too much consequence.
It was the first time that I felt… guilty. It was a feeling I wasn’t familiar with. It was hard to feel guilt when your decisions weren’t really your own. I struggled with the fact that not
