Survivor's Guilt
I didn't realize, but... my mind was slowly becoming consumed by the memories of that fateful day. I thought, we were going to be alright. Yet as the days passed, the weight of survivor's guilt grew heavier in my heart.
"I should've died instead," I said. Echoes of agony reverberated in the empty room, each syllable dripping with anguish and despair, as if the walls themselves wept in symphony with the survivor's lament.
The guy saved me. But, what could I do? I let him died. Slowly, a shadow crept across the floor, its tendrils reaching out like a reminder of the past, whispering secrets of a guilt-ridden soul that yearned for redemption. I can't move. No, I refused to move. Because I was too scared, that I would do something wrong. Again. The memories clawed at me mercilessly, dragging me into the abyss of self-blame and doubt, as if the darkness within me threatened to consume whatever little light was left in my shattered soul.
"Die."The word hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the choices made and the consequences faced, as if the universe itself demanded retribution for the sin of survival, pushing the survivor to the brink of insanity with its relentless whispers of guilt and regret, a haunting melody that I will never get rid of.
In the stillness of the night, the survivor clutched at their chest, feeling the weight of their guilt like an anchor pulling them deeper into the depths of despair, suffocating any flicker of hope that dared to ignite in the darkness.
And even after decades, the guilt stays still.
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Survivor's Guilt
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Writers
Sigma
Tele Riye (NPC)Publish Date
6/12/2025
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