Creed remained on his knees, his body trembling slightly as the last remnants of his sobs faded into silence.
The weight of his emotions, the grief, and the regret sat heavily in his chest like a boulder pressing down on his soul.
This was the one thing he had never allowed himself to face in his past life.
He had spent years pretending it never happened, pushing it deep into the corners of his mind where he thought it could never reach him.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, it had always been there.
In every quiet moment, in every fleeting second of loneliness, in every moment of hesitation, it was there—her absence, his failure, his greatest regret.
He had thought that by drowning himself in distractions—thrills, pleasure, even mindless indulgence—he could erase it from his mind.
But the truth was, some things couldn't be forgotten. Some wounds never healed, no matter how much time passed.
