Guilt. The ability for one to feel regret.
Conscious. The voice screaming when you ignore it; when you both know you’re doing something wrong.
Disappointment. You know you’re better than that….when you know you’ve been raised better.
The feeling weighed on the chest, like a gorilla would a camel. Rough and coarse it felt when filling it’s contense of air. Guilt was never a feeling this certain body and mind handled very well. Disappointment was often an unwanted visitor when guild dropped by for the afternoon; most often depression would step in for a quick chat or a long conversation with Guild and Disappointment. What a feeling….what a feeling when one can’t undo what’s already been done. Evidence still hidden in the criminal’s belongings. What will it do? What will it do? If that one were to know the tainted deed that’s done. Do tell, do tell…..criminal….how well will you handle guilt.