Delving Through Regrets, Part 2

I didn't know what I expected.

This, I think? Something just like this, exactly what I just witnessed, but different. Different how, exactly? I don't know that either. 

When I realized she was showing me her past, rather than telling me about it - I came at it with a very broad and a very accepting mindset - already at the ready to expect the unexpected.

Or so I thought.

Then the harshness, the visceral nature of it all hits you square in the senses, and you realize you haven't the faintest clue what the hell you're actually readying yourself for.

My ears were still ringing with whatever the hell I just heard, the words, the emotions… emotions? 

Anger, agitation, aggression… Adalia. Yeah, I heard it. I heard her.

I could still feel her touch, the gentle press of her palm a numbing cold against mine.