No. Stop. Don't. Please.
These were the words I heard as I cried.
"Please," I screamed at the boy. The boy that was me. The boy that was my brother. "You can't leave me." The boy turned gave a sad smile and jumped.
My knees buckled under me. I barely heard the shrieks of pain. The cries of regret. All I could hear was the splash. The splash that killed my brother.
He fell into darkness, and so did I.
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Regret
Mystery / ThrillerIn this world, regret can be used to overcome anything, but if not used in the right way it can kill you.
