Regrets

PLEASE READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE

NOT A REAL UPDATE, BUT PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE

This week I would've updated the next chapter of Regrets, along with my other five stories. I cannot fulfill this update for this week, like I usually would. Due to certain events going on in my life, that have been since right after I finished updating two weeks ago, so I've been kinda all over the place. This has caused a huge case of writers block for me, and I wasn't able to finish all the newest chapters for each of my stories. With this, I apologize for not being able to upload this week like my usual updating schedule/pattern. I will continue this back up in another two weeks, as if I had updated this week. That way, I will have an entire month this time to write the newest chapters in each of my stories, and a total of two chapters will already be done for each story- if it all goes according to plan- and then even if I get massive writers block again, I'll already have a chapter done so that I can update.

Again, I apologize for the next two weeks of waiting for the next chapter. After these two weeks, when I update, I will continue updating every other week. Thank you, and peace from all the hippies of the world.

As a thank you for your patience, here's at least a preview of what I do have of the next chapter:

Chapter 12: My Life

What Barney didn't say and admit to out loud was that he did slightly care what his family thought. He felt that, while this might be the only kind of life he could handle, his family would disapprove. His parents- especially his mother- would freak out due to nerves and worry. His older sister would probably be against it, saying that the world had already seen enough fighting in the world in the last fifteen years, and asking why he'd want to do it since he'd been there for seven of those fifteen years. And his younger brother would probably be hesitantly accepting to his idea, but still slightly restricted.

Barney let out a heavy sigh. "Look," he began, "I honestly think that this is gonna be only chance at doing somethin' I'll like doing. I'm good at it, you know that, Tool."

Tool nodded in defeat. "Based off what I saw back in 'Nam, he was good," he admitted to their friend.

"I don't think it's so terrible," Trench shrugged, "Go for it if you want to."

Barney nodded. "Thank you."

-/-/-

Two months after Frank's death, Alexandra quit her job as an architect. She'd also given her two weeks' notice that she was moving out of her apartment in New York City.

Alexandra had decided that she'd go on with their original plans- altered a bit due to her now single and widowed status- and move to the city of brotherly love: Philadelphia. She'd lived in the city for a brief period of time while in trade school to study the historical architecture throughout the city, and had loved it there. She loved how fresh the air was. She loved how friendly the people were. She loved how the city was crowded, but at the same time, empty and free. She loved American history.

And most of all, she loved that it was a way for her to start over and move on with her life as best as she could.