Chapitre 85: Past - 43 "I am Sorry."

Regina's eyes widened as he carried her into the most amazing room, she had ever seen. On the walls were life-size portraits, and paintings, it gave the room elegance, a whimsical edge playing well with the rest of the black and white theme. A four-poster bed with white lacquered posts and silver sweeping drapes was welcomed, but Vulture did not head for the bed. 

He walked to the bathroom, where iridescent tiles, a double walk-in shower, and a Jacuzzi bath was inviting them. Vulture marched straight into the shower, before slowly setting her down. 

Regina clung to his shoulders as he let go. She did not want him to leave him. She felt he was the only thing keeping her thoughts away from what had happened.

Regina lingered in denial, refusing to dwell on what occurred. She ran away from the memory, letting it fester, layering with insecurity, pain, and overwhelming grief. 

'My life was no longer perfect. I ruined it by running.'