Hunting memories of Regrettable love 4
Lenny walked out through the door.
As he did, his mind seemed to play tricks on him, and the scene of the corridor on fire merged with the scene of soul devils advancing towards him.
He just couldn't help it.
He had held it back for so long that even a transmigration from one world to another could not quench the hurt in his soul.
A pain buried so deep in hopes that it would heal with time, or at least he could forget about it.
Rather, all it had done was evolve with time into a ball of struggle, hate, and even fear.
From the moment he entered the second level, that ball had been poked.
But he had still been able to hold it back.
After all, he had the distraction of having to fight and hide.
However, that room and the stain of blood on that bed were the last straw that broke the camel's back.