Chapter 99

Who is she? And why do I feel something strange when I see her crying? And you know what? I think I know what this feeling is. It's guilt. Why am I feeling guilty just by looking at her? As I continued to observe her, my mind raced with questions and a whirlwind of emotions.

My heart was burdened with a swirling storm of emotions, each one vying for my attention. But amidst the chaos, one feeling stood out, piercing through the tumultuous sea of my thoughts: empathy. It coursed through me like a river, connecting me to the girl who stood before me, her tears a reflection of the pain that resided within my own being.

A heavy burden of guilt descended upon me, its weight pressing down upon my weary shoulders. It cast a somber shadow over my thoughts, obscuring the clarity of my mind. I found myself questioning the origin of this guilt, perplexed by the profound impact the girl's tears had on my emotions.

Why did I feel this way? Why did her tears tug at the delicate strings of my heart,