As shame begins to rot away at me from the inside out like a festering disease, I sit and contemplate the result of my thoughtless actions that led me to this very moment while the silence gathers around me unbearably. The resonating medley of reactions from the departed pack continues to replay hauntingly within my spinning mind as if their ghosts of the past were still here, making me relive those unsettling few seconds on an endless loop. Unwillingly recalling the fleeting moment to my dismay, I shudder as I consider either variation of the emotional spectrum displayed as equally unpleasant as the other—neither cheerful, leaving me to feel only worse than I had before if that were somehow possible.
Expecting to feel better after having the truth peeled away from my burdened chest, the
