Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity killed the cat. I kept chanting to myself. I couldn't let myself get out of this warm, very comfortable chair with my hot cocoa placed right beside me.
I couldn't.
This was the first time in weeks that I had some time off. I had made plans to sit next to my fireplace, drink hot cocoa and watch nextflix for all of winter break. I had been so excited to relax. I couldn't just ruin my plans because I wanted to know what that little girl had buried. I couldn't just go into the numbing weather because my curiosity had gotten the better of me.
I couldn't.
But I did.
And I regretted it.
I felt very guilty afterwards.
What I found was too personal.
I shouldn't have done that. I should've just stayed home and watched netflix.
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