*Sydney Roswell’s POV*
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I wiped the tears that streamed down my cheeks as I thought of the person so dear to me who must have left me forever.
It's all my fault. I could have done more. I could have tried more.
What if she really was gone?
What if she's never coming back again to me ever?
“Where are you, OJ? I'm so sorry. I failed you.” I whispered with a broken voice, and my tears fell from my eyes again as I sobbed.
I decided to head out of the bathroom to do something I didn't know if it would still be used. I want to accomplish the mission that we would finish together. But most likely, I would just sulk on my bed and cry and blame myself.
This is what I'm afraid about. Regrets. I'm full of it now.
If I had just tried to be friends with her since we were younger, I couldn'
