Mink’s P.O.V
As I stood at the edge of the Jharna, the icy wind biting at my skin, I couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming isolation. The roar of the waterfall filled my ears, drowning out any other sound, echoing the turmoil within me. I stared into the abyss below, watching the water cascade down into the cavernous depths, its sheer power mesmerizing yet chilling.
My gaze fell upon my hands, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The sight of the blood staining my skin was a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked within me. No matter how hard I tried to escape it, the guilt of my past actions always haunted me, a constant weight upon my soul.
"I can never truly accept anyone into my life," I whispered to myself, the words barely audible over the roar of the waterfall.
"I'm not worthy of love or friendship. I'm a murderer."