When the Ice Melts
As you sit there alone in the cold, dark, maximum-security prison you think to yourself;
"Was it worth it?"
Was it worth the months of time and planning? Was it worth the pain of slowly spiraling into a pit of despair and self-loathing? Was it worth losing the ones you loved? Was it worth losing your sanity?
Looking back on it, you realize that you had lost your sanity a long time ago when you agreed to help them. The ones who talked you into this.
"The ones who had you take the fall."
They had promised a new life. They had promised a new world. A world where you could rule with an iron fist. A world where you could live how you wanted with no lies and deception.
"Ironic how they lied to you as you fell."
Falling. A strange sensation. Not falling like you did from the Bifrost, but the way your heart falls as reality sets in. You can see it now; now that the ice of hatred as melted from your eyes you see all the horrors you've done. You see in your mind's eye the faces of those you've come across and cringe. The images of that fateful day melt away the last remaining layer of ice that so finely covered your heart.
"What have I done?"
The question that haunts you in this grey, miserable cell. It hurts so much that you can almost see it in the air; taunting you as you sit there handcuffed to the steel table. As you reflect on the day surely to be in history books, the melted ice in your eyes escapes and starts the long trail down your cheek. This tear holds all that you regret, wish you could take back, and the sorrow of what your actions have caused.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
These words are just that: words. How are people to know how you truly feel in just those words? They wouldn't believe you; not after what you have done. The world needs to heal on its own with out the seemingly false words of the thing that caused the damage, some damage that can never be fixed. Minding the handcuffs you place your head in your hands and weep from the weight you now and will forever carry on your shoulders as you wait for the end to come.
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