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As I started to understand what happened last night, a strong feeling of regret washed over me like a big wave. I couldn’t believe what I did. The reality of my actions hit me hard. Ace was Cher’s brother, and I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. Friends shouldn’t be intimate with their friend’s siblings; it goes against an unspoken rule of loyalty and respect.
The weight of my mistake grew heavier when I realized the timing of it all. We did something we shouldn’t have on the night before Cher’s important wedding ceremony, a moment that should have been filled with happiness. Instead, I ruined that special occasion with my careless behavior.
Panicking, I knew I couldn’t stay there and face the consequences of what we did. I needed to escape, to distance myself from the situation before it got even worse. My mind was racing, trying to find a way out of the mess I created.
Feeling guilty and remorseful, I quickly got dressed and left the room. The guilt was suffocating, weighing heavily on my conscience. Every breath felt heavy, burdened by the knowledge of what I did.
As I rushed through the corridors, my emotions were all over the place. The guilt was eating away at me, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I had put a long-standing friendship at risk. Cher had been my close friend and support, and now, I betrayed her trust.
When I returned to Cher’s room, I felt a sense of emptiness. The room felt colder, and I couldn’t find comfort in its familiar surroundings. It reminded me of the friendship I had jeopardized.
Feeling even more guilty, I thought about facing Cher and keeping the secret from her. How could I act like nothing happened? How could I stand beside her, knowing that I had done something that could tear us apart?
As I realized the impact of my choices, I promised myself to make things right by facing Cher with honesty and humility. It was the least I could do to mend the bonds I carelessly damaged.
Sitting alone in Cher’s room, tears filled my eyes. I was ready to confront the consequences of my actions and accept whatever came my way. I wanted to seek redemption and show that my moment of weakness didn’t define who I truly was.
Feeling burdened by guilt and shame, I hurried to the bathroom to cleanse myself both physically and emotionally. I tried to wash away the traces of my encounter with Ace, but the marks on my skin remained, reminding me of the boundaries I crossed and the trust I broke.
Looking at my reflection, conflicting emotions overwhelmed me. The shame weighed heavily on me as I thought about how to face Cher without her noticing the marks. I needed to protect our friendship from further harm, so I searched for ways to hide the physical evidence of my betrayal, desperate to find a solution to the situation.
I looked through my suitcase, searching for clothes that could hide the evidence of my encounter with Ace. I needed something that would cleverly hide what happened and prevent Cher from noticing. It felt like trying to solve an impossible puzzle, carefully considering each option.
Eventually, I chose a blouse with a high collar and a scarf that I thought would do the job. I planned out how to position each garment to cover the marks and keep my secret safe. It was both a practical necessity and a desperate attempt to save our friendship from the damage caused by my actions.
When I turned around I let out a loud gasp. There, at the doorway stood Cher, her eyes narrowed. “I know what you did.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.