Authors Note: OK here is my second lost boy mini drabble

What If?

As he stared at his reflection the picture slowly began to morph until it became something new, something old in a way.
Something that he had wanted to forget but at the same time craved to go back upon once more.

To right his wrongs was all he wished, yet the dead could not be bought back to life, nor was he able to die while the boy was still in danger; he would not break his promise.
Her son, her boy that could have been his, if only...

'If only' was the only true thought that had consumed his head since the day the word fell out of his mouth, since he lost her.
And now even as he grew older he still craved the innocence of youth that their friendship once had.

And so on the anniversary of her death, even as the castle was plagued by trolls and dark magic, he sat; just sat and waited for the drink to kick in, to take him into its black abyss where 'if only' weren't just a dream anymore and the pictures in the mirror came true.

Hope you liked my what if.