Regrets

Von Nebas, with a dead heart (as he claims), lives – and it’s okay.

I don’t live; I merely exist. So, it’s not okay.

At least you haven’t experienced this: the person you dedicate your life to leaves you, and six months later, they get married. х)))

I risk sounding heartless (х), but this happens often. It’s like catching the flu. In my case, and especially in Revan’s, the situation is rarer. And comparing your sorrows to others’ is a bad approach. Besides, I don’t want to discuss this. I’m shutting up.