Time has past. People change, even those who aren't close to be call human. Yet we have in common. We make mistakes. Small ones as bumping another shoulder without knowing to wars.
Why even say that word?
War.
A word that makes many shake in fear and blood pumping ready to end it.
But those two are not why they have come up in context. It is more for that the trouble something like war can do, where it can drive many into an insane idea that they can make something better than what is already there.
To do that:
1) Know what you want.
2) Set up on what you want to use.
3) Take away all that would stop you. Use lackeys if needed.
4) Plague the world of what you're made of.
5) Live with the regret that you left behind for those not wanting of your ploys, watch those tears falls. Watch them.
6) Forever stay in that dark hole you have made and never come back. Don't even bother for forgiveness.
A bony hand covers the front shell of the man's skull face, taking in a hollow breath of death. Not knowing of the window drawing he was making while before he was looking about the town in its nightly worth.
Even now, after almost half a century later. This once proud king has not forgotten his one landmark of impure, dangerous, fear striking deed.
Not even the sounds of his ghost dog whinnying yips could break him out of his mood.
"Zero, not now."
He spoke, a sign he's slowly coming back. For even a bit.
With light patted feet enter the study, a quiet whistle pulled Zero away from his male master, and glided over to his female master. Another echo of whines left his pointed muzzle. The female stroke Zero's cloaked fur, calming not him, but herself.
"Jack?" She called out to her love, knowing very well of what brought him to this. "Jack . . . "
"When does the pain go away? Sally?"
"Whenever you ready to let go." Sally let the words go, taking her time, steady both of them, for closeness.
Jack's free hand hang lax to his side, yet willing to be held. In that silent invite, his wife does so. the hands together are firm and strong, showing no sign of breaking, the one thing Jack was hoping to keep no matter what.
"Another year is coming, Jack."
He grunts in understanding.
"Don't you want to make your little prince or princess proud?"
When those words came out, he looks to his wife, wondering if he misheard.
"When?"
"About a week ago. I was waiting to tell you. Now seem a good time." Ending with a smile.
Jack in return did the same.
"Jack, back then was how you used to be and you'd learned from it." She said, reaching up to strike his face, before adding. "Hard way, yes, most are." Ending with before giving him a kiss. "But here now, right in front of you, is happening and needs you."
"Thank you, Sally."
Short recall on one last thing, on that list before.
And only if those are lucky enough.
8) If you ever find a way to heal from everything that made that insane idea, take it for what it is. For you might not get another chance to redeem yourself.
The End.