Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
Now, that daughter was my mate, and I was head over heels in love with her.
I should have saved her brother.
Her sob reached my ears, and my heart broke into a thousand pieces.
"I am sorry. I am not usually like this," she said amidst sobbing.
I sat up from the ground. My own tears tugged at the corners of my eyes. Maybe I made a mistake. It was not the moon goddess I was mad at; I was mad at myself. At that moment, I realised that I had just blamed the poor goddess for my actions, but I was solely responsible for them, and I don't know if it is too late to make amends.