Is it possible to make up for the way we have hurt others?

I wonder if it truly is.

Can we undo what has already been done?

No. We can’t.

I know for a fact, we cannot unsay words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate slip of a tongue.

Words hurt.

They sting.

They burn.

The truth is, I didn’t want to hurt Ellie Wynn, but I knew I would.

She was a temptation I couldn’t resist. An addiction that lived in my blood, and I wasn’t about to go in search of a cure.

Not when I needed her.

Wanted her.

Craved her.

There are no quick fixes to what I’ve done.

No pill to take away her pain.

All I have is the cold truth.

It’s brittle.

It’s brutal.

I’ll be damned if because of it, I let her slip away.