The Lake Of Love

Lake of love: chapter 11

At the Prabu house.

Rosemary cried as it happened, the memory of the incident was too late to remember. Heart wounds reopened, guilt, and remorse evaporated to the surface of his heart again.

The memory of the sequence of events seemed to spin around in Rosemary's head. He walked towards a small drawer under the table of sleeping lights. He took an old photograph, hugged it with regret. It is selfishness that makes his life complicated. When he could twist the dimension of time, he chose to go away and make his own life.

The other family left, because of her? Regret regretting, if if, wishful thinking, all of it is just an imagination of a dark story. As good as saving will surely be discovered, so will the painful secret.

Rosemary walked into her husband's ward, looking helpless, weak, and pale. The more guilt it increases. Why isn't he the only one who died? What line are you making God?.

Rosemary left the room. He returned to the room and sat facing the large glass window. Think about the mistakes, they should, and they should stay.

" is it time for all this to be revealed? Does prabu hate me more? "

" god, give me your lead"

Rosemary chose to sleep. He hoped that this morning was just leading. Hope will continue to be hope!

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The twins played happily. The brother who was salivating and the sister who was dissident. Very complete. Wherever they are always the two of them, like their grief even without a parent accompanying both.

No problem, as long as he is not separated from his brother, his life depends on his shoulders.

There is no end in life before the creature is alive. Similarly, the situation, a sense of admiration, pride, love and love for the brother disappeared instantly. His envy and hatred led him into the hell of his own world.

Separating the mother's affection for her child, seizing the father's affection for her family. Envy and envy always lead to evil. As if the heart has died, the soul has grown bored and betrayal has led it deeper.

The dark event also happened, if indeed blood is thicker than water then now it is like no longer. Blood is like a liquid of water, the story of brotherhood is tenuous and eventually lost. Sacrificing innocent children and fathers.

The sandara is gone, completely gone. All was left with endless regret in him. He realized just how terrible it was to hate and envy. When he could turn back time, he wanted to erase that taste. What happened will never come back. The past can never be repeated, the past is a valuable lesson.

Stuffy! That's how he feels when he remembers it all. As if karma had never darted on its target, accept the chest? That's all he can do. In him he promised to make his past spy.

Let this tightness, hurt, regret, and pain become one. His heart was now completely broken, the scratches he made himself more painful.

The wounds that had not completely dried were re-opened!

Regret is useless but, at least regretfully can make us better..

Make regret a mirror of life..

Never overflow that feeling, regret should be remembered, so that each individual does not do it repeatedly~