He ripped apart his mind with regret. The regret would shoot at him, in quiet moments when he was going to sleep, or stoped to eat. It would seep into his mind at full force and he felt terrible. It came in waves. Each wave was icy cold and sent shivers down his spine. He grabbed an empty bottle and threw it to the ground. He screamed out his lungs till his voice got tough. He walked out of his apartment and took a walk. The sky was midnight blue and the cotten clouds turned grey and filled the starless sky. He ran as fast as he could anywhere. He had to distract himself; he ran till his fet were numb and the stitches in his sides were like gun shots but the regret still plunged and embedded itslef into his soul.
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