Anna POV
Guilt.
What a terrible feeling.
It rips up your insides, your heart clenching painfully as you swallow hard trying to ease the nausea coming up in your stomach. It felt as if though it would claw out through my belly and smile at my face evily.
I wasn't supposed to feel guilty.
But I did.
I still couldn't believe she came back, as if nothing happened, as if all of ut was just a stupid dream.
I was hurt and angry.
But now, all I feel is this pitiful guilt.
Why?
I did it for a purpose and that was to get rid of the anger and loneliness that built up ever since she left. She is the one who is supposed to feel guilty, not me. And now, not even the warm water, falling down my pale skin and onto the tiles of the shower, could sooth and pry away this awful feeling. Even thou
