Regret.
Hate.
Truth.
These were the three stages of self-reflection, and I was slowly working my way into the second stage.
"I messed up didn't I?" I whispered to the jaguar, my eyes lingering on Sarah who walked a few distances away from Johnny.
Johnny led the way, his face in concern as he turned and met my eyes, I offered him a smile conveying I was okay.
The exchange didn't go unnoticed by Sarah, whose silence spoke volumes, her displeasure had the birds chirping in sad tunes.
The once beautiful sight of the forest all seemed to be glaring at me in hate.
"I can hear a flowing stream of water," Johnny said, oblivious to the thick tension that had engulfed the forest.
"Sarah," he called, beaconing her closer to him as they talked in low tones.
The fresh earthy smell o
