“I’m fucked-up,” I whispered. “Siren. I-I made a mistake. Now you’re hurting. I just want this to be over. I don’t want you to hurt. Fuck, I don’t. I-I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could change the things I’ve done. I’m a sinner, and you’re a saint. I’m scared, siren. I’m fucking terrified.” I breathed out, tears slipping down my cheeks. “But I’ll accept whatever punishment you deem fit for me because I know I deserve it. Is this how you’re doing it? By leaving and making us hurt? Making me witness the pain I’ve caused?”
