Driven by Regret

Darius Thorne

The morning sun's rays fell through the ceiling windows of my office, casting streaks of golden light across the desk. I sat there, fingers tapping restlessly against the cold wood, staring at the pile of paperwork in front of me. Contracts, reports, meetings. None of it mattered today.

My mind was somewhere else.

Cassia.

Her name was a thorn in my chest, twisting every time I though