What had I done? What in the name of God had I done?
I sat on the edge of the hotel bed with my head held between my palms, full of remorse and ruminations. It was way too late to turn back times, and I could only face the consequences of my impulsive actions. As the saying went - I made my bed, now I had to lie in it.
Ignoring the incessant buzzes from my cellphone, I tried to come to terms with what I’ve done. All the energy had been sapped out of my body after having committed the act, leading me to believe that some evil had left me after tempting me to sin. Filled with regret, all I could think of was how to undo my actions.
Sighing heavily, I rose from my sapless posture and switched on the TV with the hopeless wish that the hemorrhage could somehow be stopped. It was too late -
