•Colson•
Seeing Leiara completely resigned as she sits on the bare floor in just a towel, looking a mess…. is not really something I rejoice in.
She looks too pitiful. And looking at her, I've never felt so repulsed by my own actions.
"Ugh…" I groan deeply as I feel my throat tighten with disgust at myself.
I never wanted to hurt her like that. I didn't mean to push her so hard, I just—
When I heard Willa walk in, I acted on impulse. Without even thinking, I—
Hagh! I'm even more disgusted at myself that I let Willa blame Leiara for the whole ordeal when I was the one who started it.
She was wrong. Leiara didn't throw herself at me or seduce me. She didn't even come to me. I came to her. But I couldn't even make that known to Willa.
The fact that I'd let myself go so deep with Leiara was already pulling the strings of guilt within me. So when Willa appeared, she was like a mirror reflecting my shameful self.
