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Humans are prone to mistakes, everyone tends to use this to correct their past actions and use it as a motivation to do the greater good. If they can’t afford to look back at these mistakes, how could they improve themselves as a person?
It wasn’t supposed to happen, but he couldn’t blame himself. It feels like he’s living in a nightmare. It’s been days since the incident in Saint Juana’s Forest was broadcast on the premises of Brighton, Michigan along with the shutdown of Bon’s Burgers restaurant due to unexplained circumstances happening inside of it. The disappearance of his colleague took a toll on him as the responsibility was brought on his shoulder, as the death of his friend’s children along with his wife currently missing and the unsuccessful relocation project of their robotic entertainers. The worst of all, his very own wife left, with only her diary left for him to see.
What did he even do? What’s wrong???
The scent of alcohol surrounds the dimly lit room. Packets of cigarettes were scattered across the floor. Felix knows that Cyberfun Tech Inc. were trying to contact him for days now for the collaboration for the restaurant’s reopening. Nonetheless, it’s not something that stuck in his mind at this very moment. It was the sight of two, red mangled children in front of him. Taunting him with their widest crooked smile, eyes but nothing of a deep hole of darkness that could easily freeze anyone with fear.
And just as that, his hands began trembling.
He did everything he could just to get these two out of his sight, but none of the drugs prescribed to him doesn't seem to work. They’re dead. He knew it. It was an accident. It's not his fault. He didn't do it. Desperately trying to convince himself with this thought didn't help him, but made him worse. It was the last straw for him.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?” he yelled in despair.
There was no answer but silence.
It’s a never-ending nightmare. He did everything to be successful his entire life but behind this said success, the blood and dirt on his hands wouldn’t wash away as he buried them.
Silently crying, the sound of the telephone made him jolt out of his bed. Skeptically, he picked up the phone but there was no sound on the other side. Not until he heard a familiar sweet voice that always haunts him.
“It’s all your fault’