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Overwhelming guilt was something she always felt.
No matter how much she tried to suppress it, it always came back to her and made her want to spill her guts out.
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Pin had time to reflect on herself. Book was off hanging out with Price Tag and she was left in a solitary home. Every time she looked at Book, she felt so loved and cherished her with everything she had. Even so, there was such a small, yet strong feeling mixing with it in her chest.
A sense of…regret.
All those years ago that have long since passed, she had killed the very person she nowadays always held dearly, feeling completely remorseless. She had reasons for this; she lost all kinds of self-expression she could give and blamed everyone because she couldn’t adapt to such a contrasting environment to the point where she wasn’t accepted.
She didn’t deserve Book, not after what she did to her! She sure as hell would never forgive and date someone if she killed her!
But even so…
Why did she never hold grudges for it against her?
It was so strange in Pin’s eyes; How did she manage to find a way to love someone who just a few years ago had been hated by everyone and saw herself as privileged for her torment? What did she see in someone… no, something that had so much hate in its heart to care for it?
Keys jingled outside as Book opened the front door.
“I’m home,” she gently said, sitting with Pin on the couch to give her a hug.
Pin got jolted back to reality. “Hey,” she replied, holding her tightly in her arms.
Maybe it was a sign to just focus on the present.