Regrets. They were those moments that milk the spine out of a person; they were iniquitous and unpleasant. They were a soft torture that curled around the emotions and taunted with cruel whispers of what 'should have been". What "could have been". They settled in the mind and held the high ground, crowing in silent angst at the soul of a girl and they mocked at the choices that had been made. Regrets.
Sure, they happened to everyone, those bittersweet memories, when one thought a wise decision was being made. But then comes the figuring out afterwards"or sometimes just as soon as one begins to act. Or not act, as the case may be. How regrets colored the days lived beyond the times where they'd been created! Years could go by, or sometimes simply minutes, and every one of those memories were shaped and twisted by the regret that flavored them, stained them. One could never get those minutes back. One could never undo the thing regretted.
So mused the thief in her current brooding spot, the corner of a rooftop that looked out upon Rhydin's more unpredictable and dangerous area, the West End. The bemused smile that curved heart-shaped lips was the smile that regret had written on her heart some 7 years or so back. There was something about it, though. Something that made it a brighter smile, a happier smile. It seemed that maybe, just maybe, one could call back a regret and relive the time of its making. Some few times, now and then, a girl was given a Gift, all unexpected and undeserved.
The thief was taking back a regret. At least in part. She had vague hopes that all three sides of the Triangle that Never Became might yet be Made. The Coyote Crow had returned and he and his Ribbons had graced the Impure. Perhaps one dark night the Wielder of the Cue Stick of Doom would also return.
With a merry laugh and her heart lifted, she made her way back into shadow and the rooftops of Rhydin.
Sure, they happened to everyone, those bittersweet memories, when one thought a wise decision was being made. But then comes the figuring out afterwards"or sometimes just as soon as one begins to act. Or not act, as the case may be. How regrets colored the days lived beyond the times where they'd been created! Years could go by, or sometimes simply minutes, and every one of those memories were shaped and twisted by the regret that flavored them, stained them. One could never get those minutes back. One could never undo the thing regretted.
So mused the thief in her current brooding spot, the corner of a rooftop that looked out upon Rhydin's more unpredictable and dangerous area, the West End. The bemused smile that curved heart-shaped lips was the smile that regret had written on her heart some 7 years or so back. There was something about it, though. Something that made it a brighter smile, a happier smile. It seemed that maybe, just maybe, one could call back a regret and relive the time of its making. Some few times, now and then, a girl was given a Gift, all unexpected and undeserved.
The thief was taking back a regret. At least in part. She had vague hopes that all three sides of the Triangle that Never Became might yet be Made. The Coyote Crow had returned and he and his Ribbons had graced the Impure. Perhaps one dark night the Wielder of the Cue Stick of Doom would also return.
With a merry laugh and her heart lifted, she made her way back into shadow and the rooftops of Rhydin.