I'd kiss thee ere I kill thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
-Othello, act 5 scene 2
To think one act would change my life so differently. Life was so full surprises, and so was my future. I felt a small fire again at the nape of my neck. It was getting hotter and hotter, spreading to my arms and legs. However I couldn't cry. Though it burned so, my mind only my future. Again, and again...
I whimpered, pulling my arms closer to my legs. Closing my eyes, I blocked myself from the oncoming future. To drown in the darkness that was surrounding me. To escape from reality. For what I was going threw was nothing of it.
However, was it such a sin to not regret it?