Regina's voice struggled to escape from her parched throat. Pain coursed through her body, as if she were being torn apart, every bone screaming in agony—yet she couldn't pass out. Perhaps if she could just lose consciousness, she could escape this torment, if only for a moment… but fate was never that kind.
"Of course… you can… you can just ignore me…" Regina murmured bitterly, her eyes unfocused. In her mind, the image of the photograph in the study flickered, followed by Harvey's face. That man—if there was anyone who had shaped her life the most, it was undoubtedly him.
If not for him, she might have always remained that timid girl, hiding behind trees, afraid of human contact. If not for him, would she have been able to forget that day—the day of relentless rain, the day of those piercing accusations?