The guilt gnawed inside of me, nibbling at my throat, its spikey fingers clutching my lungs.
“I’m so sorry”, I said.
She looked at me. An incredulous frown formed on her face. “You’re dying. You don’t need to apologize to anyone.”
I wanted to punch her. Instead, I just looked at the floor again and let the guilt devour me.
(From: The Back of my Mind)
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