L1-Ryuzaki-L1

"When are you going to stop beating yourself up for this?" I don't know, really. This paper is punishment, as is the house cleaning and the restriction of any frivolous wanderings throughout the next week. Which is completely understandable, but honestly at first I just wanted someone to shoot me. Maybe not kill me, but give me the physical pain to reflect the overwhelming mental stress I was experiencing.  Just something to make me pay for the atrocity I had committed. I alternate, in my mind, between multiple takes on the whole thing. One walks by briskly, taking me by the arm and dragging me along, staring straight ahead and mu