Finally, I resolutely took that step, casting all my worries aside. However, having not done anything that went against my conscience for a long time, I still felt a strange heaviness in my heart. I sat by the computer like a guilty thief. Although I successfully held the mouse as desired, the scenes on the screen that once excited me now felt awkward and glaring.
It was only then that I realized my heartbeat was abnormally fast. I was filled with fear and felt no sense of joy from what I had gained. My humble and trembling hands gripped the mouse tightly—it seemed to be my only support at that moment. I sat down steadily, awaiting the torment.
The phone in my pocket suddenly buzzed, and I knew I had been caught. Although I had prepared myself mentally, the feeling was the same as when I was caught before: nervousness and adrenaline, only this time accompanied by a heavy sense of guilt that felt like a desire to atone with my life.
Even now, I cannot understand why my conscience still stirred within me, despite my repeated mistakes. I walked home alone, letting the wind mixed with sunlight slap against my face. I felt no warmth from the sun; instead, it grew colder, as if my bones were freezing. The walk was incredibly arduous. I could not help but think: if time could turn back, I would never do it again. Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.