Outsiders Imagines And Preferances

So hard to regret

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Their childhoods were ruff. Tough and dare I say tuff. They punched, fought, swore, bled, laughed, argued and won. Thats all they were "ever good at". I wasnt suprised when I first met them. They were exactly what I thought them to be. They were not changed characters, they were original greasers who just had a little more heart. But no one ever forgot, they were greasers.
My childhood and most of my teenage years were spent rough housing with all 6, then Dallas came around and changed it into 7. Golly! They were my whole past. Being forced to put it all behind me was the tough part, and I dont mean tuff I mean tough. I loved each and everyone of them like a brother. But I was never meant to stay in one place. I couldnt be held down, not when everyone else at school was graduating and going to college. I couldnt be held down, not even by them.
The day came when I packed everything up and into the car. . .and left. Leaving a note in my usual breakfast spot.
It has been 4 years, I dont regret the decision. Sure I miss them every once and a while. But it is hard to regret leaving when I look out at my audience and the whole crowd roars my name. It is hard to miss them when everything I ever wanted was coming true, everything I ever dreamed. They would want me here. I tell myself. They would like me to be happy.
But it is so hard, once you think your just starting to belive yourself you look out into the crowd and you see them. All 7. Standing and watching you, and from where you are you can see the question "Why?" in their eyes.
Its so hard to regret it.