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I cant help but recall some memories filled with negative emotions. I know I could have done something, as I know this is all in the past. It's just that I can't stop blaming myself, because it is my fault. I won't stop feeling guilty over the tears in those eyes.

Those beautiful eyes, glittering with his broken heart about to leak. They looked like melted toffee, like a wood. Those beloved eyes, tasting like home, like his large hands over my hair whenever Im sad.

I was so selfish, I'll never be able to forgive myself.

I'm sorry.