unchangeable

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Welcome back, she greets.

My eyes widen, hand covering my gaping mouth.

Her eyes are emotionless.

Her body is scarred.

Her dignity is shattered.

Her virginity is marred.

It's begun.

I see her.

And I tremble.

The worst of the worst is not over.

Not for her.

And I know it.

It's only the beginning of the worst of the worst.

Water streams my cheeks, and when I try to wipe them off, I see black.

I'm crying black tears.

"I'm sorry," I whimper, reaching out for her. "I'm so sorry."

I fall to the floor, trembling, black liquid falling from my eyes.

Don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault.

It was.

You didn't want this.

I didn't protect you enough.

You didn't know this would happen.

I did... But I didn't do anything about it.

She doesn't respond.

Well, what's done can't be changed.

She puts a hand on my shoulder as I sob.

What can be done is if you can change.

Her arms wrap around my back, her enviable warmth now stone cold.

"I'm sorry," I weep, voice shaky.

She buries her head in between my head and shoulders.

I feel her tremble.

Don't say sorry.

She weeps.

I hold her tightly.

Since sorry won't change anything that has already happened.

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