You did something a few weeks ago — you let a friend get blamed for a joke that was actually yours, and you stayed quiet — and you genuinely got away with it. No one knows. It's over. Except it isn't, because you keep thinking about it. It pops into your head at random moments, at night, when you see that friend. A small, nagging, uncomfortable feeling that won't switch off. You keep telling yourself to forget it, that it's done, that no one's chasing you. But the guilt doesn't seem to care that you got away with it. It just sits there, quietly, reminding you. You're starting to wonder whether "getting away with it" and "being okay with it" are not the same thing at all.