Hello there dear reader(s) and welcome to my first attempt at a fic. Reviews of any sort are all welcome.
I'm expecting this to be a series of drabbles that go nowhere, so here's the first (and hopefully not the last)!
Fate has a weird sense of humour
A long time ago I would've had the patience for this. I might have bonded with that mutt because he's man's best friend. I would have shared a drink with Jet more often, toasting the years to come. The old me might have been more concerned over Ed's well being. Hell, had I met that gypsy shrew back then I might've tried to win her over.
But that's what I would have done if we'd met years ago.
A long time ago I'd met Vicious and found my partner in crime. A long time ago I'd found a tough woman that could take care of herself in the form of Julia. I thought – all I needed was kid and a dog and that'd be my life all set. But that was a long time ago when I still had the patience.
A long time ago, I ended up dying trying to have all those things. Yet – here I am years later, with all of them set out in front of me and it feels like a bad joke.