Unseen Regret

The room was surrounded by cold, dark walls. On the stark white surfaces, only a massive word stood out, reading, [Regret.] Its scarlet hue glared like a bloodstain, nailed to the wall before him.

Every stroke of that word felt like it was carving into his bones and flesh.

Desmond sat up in the middle of the night, feeling more irritable than tired.

'What do I have to regret?' he thought.

"Vanessa