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In Fall of October 2021, a mistreated girl with no memory of her childhood, Maxine Isabella Devlin, and her only best friend, Narciss...
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A few weeks after I left Maxine across the tracks, the weight of regret has been pulling me down stronger than gravity itself. I found myself in the same room I'd been locked in for days just to get over it before having to spend a few weeks of training to redeem myself. Nobody wants to see me weak and vulnerable since I'm now in the new world.
I didn't want to be here yet.
I wanted time but my own self-destruction took part.
As I've been sitting here in the dark my mind would go back to the small things of my past that were only good parts. The sunrise cast a golden glow through the trees. Each time I closed my eyes, the same moment from when I pushed myself to not turn around to stay with Maxine played out like a haunting curse, repeating incessantly.
My mother's ominous words resurfaced in my mind, warning me of the torment that awaited those who faced their deepest regrets.
It was as if I was stuck in a never-ending loop of the same day, trapped in a cycle of remorse and anguish. The trauma of my past, the secrets I buried deep in me. I clung to my mum's teachings about the concept of "Groundhog Day," where one relives the same day repeatedly. It was a testament to being shackled to the past, to regret and fear.
Yet, in that kind of darkness, there was a glimmer of hope... the potential for growth, self-discovery rather than self-destruction, and the power to forge a new path by making different choices. I held onto her words, a beacon in the shadows, knowing that redemption awaited beyond the cycle.
But I just don't think I have the power to do it.
She repeated those words to me countless times, especially when I awoke from the nightmares. The familiarity of my old bedroom, unchanged in the moonlit nights regardless of the weather outside, served as a constant backdrop to her teachings.
In the quiet of the night, she would patiently repeat the same message until its meaning stuck with me until I understood myself.
It's like a chance to change things up and figure out what's truly important.
