It was hard, for he had to hurt someone really bad.
Hard, for no one else seemed to think alike.
Hard, for it could mean burning a beautiful bridge built.
Hard, for leaving a familiar path for an unknown one.
Hard, for so many known and obvious reasons, but it was never as hard as he had thought it would be.
Where he used to find company, he could no longer find it now. He knows he did not handle it well, and he cannot see past himself for who else but to blame.
Where Gamma thought he could seek company, it cannot be found either. Maybe it was unilateral, and he never did read the signs as well as the other. The aloofness, indifference made everything before seem like a short-lived dream.
He had been told of the consequences, but he held his belief, steadfastly. Or naively, as how many others felt.
He has had no regrets. What he has....
is one half of memories...
.. one half of doubts...
..and countless thoughts that he has been trying to put down.
He will be alright, he just needs time.
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