Don't Forget Forgiveness
It tasted wretched. Like bile that rose from his throat in a frothy mess. Is this what it really tasted like? Something corrupted? Evil? Sinful? It tasted rotten.
It was a single piece of chocolate, one that had been nestled away in crimped paper, resembling something far more than pleasurable taste.
But Evan didn’t feel that right now. All he felt was numb, with the creeping edges of guilt faded in the distance. He chewed the chocolate slowly. It shouldn’t have been like this. He shouldn’t have been sitting on the foot of his bed, in his room. But he was. And he couldn’t change it.
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