Surprisingly a year has past by quickly. Me and me alone in my thoughts have spent a year mourning the very person I killed. What the heck is wrong with me I asked myself as I wore my clothes heading to the company for the first time.
Seeing the looks of scorn, pity, annoyance, gloat and condemnation, I start to regret my choice to come here I mean yes the definitely will hate and despise me, I killed the one they all looked up to but was not arrested or persecuted.
I met Ian Adonis's brother on my way to the board room. Gazing at each other I could see the anger, reproach, disgust, understanding, sadness, struggle and realization in his eyes as he smiled sadly at me and at that point the strength that has been carrying me for a year broke as I burst into tears in his arms. I hated the fact that he forgave me, I hated the fact that he consoled me and I also hated the regret that I felt at that moment.
If only I could turn back the hands of the clock, If only I can start all over again, if only.. If only I could be a better me, if only I never had regrets....