My Guilt
“What are you trying to fix?”
“Everything, everything I didn’t do enough of when Biscuit was here. And so I need to find her to make things right.”
“And how?”
“How? Well…I…will…”
“You want to make things right, but you don’t even know how. You don’t even know what you did wrong.”
“Well clearly I–”
“Quit it, you dwelled on a couple of stairs for over half an hour trying to create some kinda pity on yourself. You aren’t going to get anywhere if you place guilt on yourself constantly.”
“I should feel guilty.”
“For what? That’s how you spiral. I’ve been watching you speak out loud about all these things you think you were, but you never actually asked yourself how she had reacted to you.”
“...She smiled often. And laughed at my jokes. She was always there for me.”
“If I hated someone, I wouldn’t do that. Even if I wanted to fake it.”
“But it feels like I should have done more.”
“You did enough, you couldn’t have known she’d be missing. Now come on, show me her, you only have two more steps left.”