Someone's POV,
I sighed heavily as I looked at the garden that was visible from my bedroom window. It's already past midnight, but my eyes still won't close. For the past few months I always feel anxious. When night came, I can never rest. The feeling of regret inside of me seemed getting bigger and bigger. Even the incident of 13 years ago came back to haunt my dreams every night.
I walked to the bathroom, standing in front of the sink and washing my face. I'm not young now, when working hours are over I feel very tired. But no matter how hard I tried to rest, the incident of the past kept coming back and making my insomnia worse. I wouldn't be surprised if one day I fell ill or died from exhaustion.
I walked back and sat on the bed. I looked at the family photo that was on the bedsid
