Disobeying the Rules

I remember it like a fever dream. I was so caught up in my own little world that day, feeling invincible and untouchable. She had given me strict instructions on how to manage her apartment while she was away, no snacking from the restricted snacks drawer, no playing with certain fragile items unless supervised. But curiosity got the better of me, and I slipped into the kitchen one evening when I thought I could get away with it. Just a quick peek, just a small nibble... And before I knew it, everything was slipping out of control. The realization that I had broken her trust hit me like a freight train, guilt pooling in my stomach as heavy and solid as bricks. It’s been weeks now, but the shame hasn’t faded. I hope she’ll forgive me someday.