"I wasn't the one that took her blessing away," I said twiddling with my fingers. I brought my hand to my face and took a bite of my nail. It haunts me to talk about this, about her. The woman in front of me looked at me as if many persons told her the same tale. They didn't do it. It wasn't me. They are innocent. They couldn't believe what happened. "I wasn't the one that pushed her over the edge," taking a deep breath, I ponder on saying the next words," but I am guilty of leading her to insanity. " I stood up from the chair and made my way out the door. ⚠️contains mature themes.
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