Esme.
" I didn't get to tell them that their idolised hacker was their own daughter." My voice trembled as I admitted.
" I have been living in regrets ever since. " I whispered, and a soft sob escaped from my lips.
" I regret it every day. I grind myself with blames everyday, and I am stuck."
" I can't touch the keys without trembling." I added, biting on my bottom lip to stob another sob from slipping past my lips.
I hated how vulnerable I was being. For years, I had learned to be strong, to always bottle what I am feeling, but when the topic was about the regrets that I had, the mask slipped, exposing the broken shell that I had tried to cover up ever since my parents passed on.
"After their death, I have never been to my computer room."
" I..I...I feel like I have locked a
