"Isn't it nice? The feeling of relief."

The blood dripped from your dirtied hands. You killed your own friend, they were finally gone. And that was all due to his persuading words. You couldn't blame anything on the mad man, since it was your choice at the end, you were the one that bloodied your hands by choice, Nikolai was just the one that told the word. The more you thought the more you regretted it, you held the burden of a disgusting murderer's hands, especially the blood of your bestfriend on your hands. You were definitely bound to be rejected by the world---the world hates murderers after all. Nikolai laughed at your pained expression, mocking you.

"Not enjoying it huh? I guess we aren't that similar. Flap those wings like you mean it! How can you be free when you attach yourself to people!"