A Thousand Questions to My Regret by Blossy
Story Notes:
The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Prologue by Blossy
Author's Notes:
Credits: Thanking Christine for her AWESOME Poster and Banner! Thank you sooooo much and I HEART YOU!!!! XD

Ayumu Hamano is a fictional character, in the poster she is represented by Erika Toda.

When did things get this bad?

How did I allow it to go this bad?

I was on my knees, staring in a daze. I looked down at my bloody hands that I couldn't keep still. The knife was on the ground beside me. I didn't want to touch it as if it would burn my hands if I did. I was scared. What should I do?

I killed someone. I’m a murderer.

Is everything I worked for go to waste? Why couldn't I just leave it alone? Why couldn't I leave him alone? Why did I have to follow him there where I committed the crime?

I stared at the unmoved figure in front of me. Slumped down on the dirty ground in a dark alley was my boyfriend of two years. Why couldn't I have trusted him? None of this would have happened. It never would have gone out of hand like this.

Dear God! How could I attone such a huge sin?

“I’m sorry, Ryo-kun,” my voice came out as a whisperer. “I’m really sorry.”

Tears started to blur my vision. I held out my hand and began feeling the ground for the knife. When I felt the cold steel and picked it up and glanced up at him.

“I’m sorry,” I apologised again, my voice coming out desperately. “This is my entire fault. I love you so much that I was afraid to lose you! I should have trusted you. Please forgive me.”

With my shaky hands I raised the knife up, pointing at him. I took a deep breath and let it go haggardly. Feeling the immerse pain of guilt, regret and loss coming at me at once, I couldn't handle it.

“I’ll be coming to you now...”

I gasped when the knife hit me on my stomach. It was painful but not as painful as my emotions.

Suddenly, I was seeing flashbacks from the time I met him. This must be it, I thought. People see flashbacks before they die. I wonder if Ryo saw it as well.

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