let's see. You already spilled the water all over the carpet. Not to mind you even spread it more. Let it sink for three years. It got mildy did not dry, it rotted slowly making it smell bad, it wasn't that lovely white puffy rug anymore. It turned into a dark, alone, traumatized, rotten rug. Normally people would throw it away not even thinking it's their fault but you did. You wanted to save the rug. Tried to cut the rotten part. Sew it slowly. You tried. I appreciate it but bi***.. it's not the same anymore. It has a hole on it which you sew new parts to it. It's not the lovely one it's a broken one now. You don't deserve a new rug🙃 you don't deserve the old rug too cause your the one who destroyed it in the first place. If you cared it from the start like you thinking right now it would be better. Just continue living with this guilt. You can yearn for more but you can't get more than this cold, colorless, dirtied rug. (Or the author can wipe every bad thing don't give character development forget every sht that happened and make this a love story with a quick ending. Which will it be dear author?)
Although this is not a story about some rug😔
Although this is not a story about some rug😔
