The Chocolatey Scent of Guilt

It was great. Everything was great. I just had to ruin it for myself. It was all in the name of fun, wasn't it? How could I have reacted that way? I didn't even know what was happening, what I was doing. It's as if a monster had taken over. I feel so ashamed, to have failed time and again, and failing worse every single time.

I can still smell the scent of chocolate, reminding me of my failure, reminding me of the monster within, reminding me of the guilt I felt. I feel it now.

I'm sorry.