Alphabet Love Story – Chapter 12 – Legacy
A person doesn't generally wake up one sunny morning to decide what they want to do with their lives. In fact, it's infinitely more likely that it sneaks up on you, catches you completely off guard and ruins any plans you may have made.
Hatter finds this highly irritating since he's much too far into his life to derail it now. But, as fate would have it, things like "What would your father think?" and "Is this what you want to leave behind?" float through his mind's eye now and again. It sets him on a dangerous path of redemption and he'd really rather not.
He hates to think that he's put in so much work staying alive and has nothing to show for it. He hates to imagine that years from now, when he's dead and gone, that there will be nothing left but anecdotal tales of a man in a quite dashing hat.
Over the fire he can see Charlie snuggling his stuffed toy, presumably slaying dragons in his fitful slumber. He glances to his far right where he can just make out the edge of his velvet jacket and the pale limbs that it covers.
He's done too much in his life to be considered a hero but he hopes, at the very least, someone will remember his name.
