There are some mistakes in life people make that can never be forgiven no matter how hard they repent.
They’re like a permanent stain on one’s soul.
Stains that haunt them in their dreams, and keep them awake at night.
Stains that even death cannot wash away.
Stains that obscure and make obsolete every good deed one may ever have done.
Stains that one must carry forever, even into their next life.
It’s not what you did, but who you did it to, and what they think of you ever since.
Each man must pay his dues, even to the strangers that loned him a smile, or a glass of water.
Each man must pay for his wrongs, even unto the ones that didn’t voice them, or make it clear.
You’ll be back, and you will pay what you owe.
There’s no way out.