The Pain Of Regret

Chapter 59. A regret

POV Gods

My body seemed to freeze even though the flames were incessantly burning wood. My brain was suddenly unable to think. And my feelings are getting more and more in the chunks of taste that I find hard to get rid of. That feeling may be called regret.

The woman named Anita was still telling stories even though I did not reply at all. It was as if wanting to pop my blind eyes shut in one bigotry about self-esteem, without seeing such a touching sad story behind it.

"Rando has really made Diandra's life fall to the very bottom!"

Look, even every story I've been told makes my chest ache. But frankly, I really kept going and wanted to know more about Doctor Diandra's past.

" So, you've fought with.." I designed the vocabulary treasury the best even though at the end of the sentence I suddenly hesitated. Huh, am I being too fanatical?

But the answer from Anita next even more to make me thrown in the abyss of deepest regret.

"He was always like that. I want to sacrifice my feelings for someone else. He might not have done it!"

" Maybe I should start to realize, that Diandra is indeed much better than me. I was even red on him because Aldi once offered to marry Diandra when Rando refused to take responsibility!" anita said bitterly, "My heart was very sick at that time. It happened because the man I like has a taste for my best friend!" cover it with clear water that has accumulated in the eye pulp.

I finally turned my head as the woman rubbed her eyes using the back of her hand with a sad face. Who's Aldi? Does that guy still like Diandra? Cih, why just this way I even think further.

"But I'm aware. All this time I was too childish. I should be next to Diandra when it's hard, instead of being one of the sources of her sadness!" anita was full of regrets.

I'm getting stunned. So their relationship hasn't been all right?

" Sorry!" I was quick to understand which way Anita was speaking. Yes, he would like to discuss about my relationship with Diandra which has recently deteriorated.

The next atmosphere was quiet. No one is interested in speaking up. There was only the sound of twigs that were burning the red boy. But before all that, the tail of my eyes caught Anita's surprise, turning to me.

But soon after, the continued expression with a fragile tone from a friend suddenly destroyed my originally haughty mind.

" Please don't hurt him anymore! He has suffered for a long time. Please don't captain any more!" please Anita with tears growing into the river.

And the request that managed to hit the niche of Anita was increasingly ringing when I woke up in the middle of the night in the tent.

Not knowing why, my eyes are hard to close even though my body is very tired. My calm also seemed to be colonized by the feeling of guilt that was getting settled. It undermines and makes all my arrogance collapse.

But is there still an apology for me?

Now my problems are even more piled up, because there is a Lyara between me and Diandra. Even worse, my career in the military could have ended prematurely.

I couldn't stand it and chose to leave the tent with the aim of unraveling the unease that wouldn't vanish from my head. But when I arrived outside, I was even made to be surprised because I saw Anita still sitting alone while scolding the fire that had dimmed.

Was she very regretful too?