Fine, just this once. I stepped in resolutely, casting all my worries aside. But after so long, doing something so contrary to my heart left me feeling deeply unsettled. Like a thief riddled with guilt, I sat by the computer, gripping the mouse as I had desired, only to stare at the screen with a sense of loss; the images that once excited me now felt utterly disgraceful.
I realized my heart was racing wildly, filled with fear, with no trace of the joy I had expected. With trembling hands, I clutched the mouse—my only companion in that moment. I sat there, paralyzed in agony.
The phone in my pocket vibrated; I knew I had been caught. Despite my mental preparation, the feeling was just as intense as before—nervous and thrilling, yet this time accompanied by a profound sense of guilt.
To this moment, I still don't understand why a "repeat offender" like me would feel this way. Driven by a sense of conscience, I walked my way home. As the sun-drenched breeze brushed against my face, I felt no warmth, only a mounting, bone-chilling cold. The walk was incredibly arduous. I thought to myself, if only time could turn back, I would never do it again. But unfortunately, there is no undoing the past.