Hints Of Regret
The atmosphere thickened with emotion as Ben began revisiting old wounds. His voice trembled under the weight of remorse. “There’s so much I should’ve said back then,” he admitted, staring at the ground. Each sentence chipped away at his exterior, revealing pain he had carried for too long. “Tell me what you know, Ben,” I urged, torn between fear and hope. It felt like progress, like slowly pulling back the veil that had kept the truth hidden.
Hints Of Regret
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