I live with my regrets.
When you choose a certain path, you have to accept the consequences, right? I knew this might happen. But knowing…and actually believing are two very different things.
I've been battle hardened. I know how to fight. I was one of the best out there.
So…how did I get taken down by a kid? Some red-headed punk with something to prove?
I chose my path…I'll live with the results. But I can't help feeling…forgotten…abandoned.
The world is out there, moving on. It doesn't care about me.
But…I'm still here…four walls…no windows…
Living with my regrets.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 99
Yep…this one's Carver, I think. I am not sure I like the way it turned out, but eh, here you go. I'm killing time at the library before I go hang out with a friend, so I decided to drabble a little. Once I am set up at my new house I'm planning on working on Old Enough to Know Better, since people have apparently wanted to read more of that one a lot. I also plan on reading the fics people have brought to my attention, but I haven't been able to get the time to read…
See you around!
