I feel like a useless vegetable. What I did yesterday was the stupidest thing in the world. There I was, with a once in a lifetime chance of getting what I wanted. But what did I do? I ran away. Like a coward. Afraid of failure and afraid of regret.
Wouldn't it have been better to have experienced the love I was offered, even if I would grow to regret it later? Wouldn't it have been better to be loved back, just for a little bit? Now I know how Natalie feels. Alone, depressed, broken, pained.
I place a sickle in my hand.
"I'm sure you'll tell me the truth."
Heads: everything will be fine.
Tails: I'm a complete moron and should do something to fix the current situation.
I kiss it quickly, and quite pathetically if you ask me, and then toss it up into the air. I catch it in a closed fist and when I flip it on my arm…
Tails.
How right you are.