Vain [a short story]

One

One.
One intention, one reason, one mistake, no going back.
If only Emelia had kept to herself, if only she had not been so nosy, if only had she been cautious. If only she had minded her own business.
She was filled with remorse, her actions could not only be deadly to her, but it could hurt the ones she loved. All this could have easily been avoided but now it was too late. It was too late to save her, her soul now as dead as a wilting rose, left alone without being watered. She could even feel herself start to die.
She wanted to have peace. She wanted to do something, she needed to do something, but alas, whatever she tried would be in vain.