arcan: thread of Regret

I used to be someone else. Someone who laughed, who cared, who believed in things like redemption. That version of me feels like a ghost now, fading into the noise of this city, drowned out by the choices I made and the ones forced upon me.

If you asked, I wouldn't know how to explain it. The moment it all changed. The moment I changed. Maybe it wasn't a

Now, I wear a different name, carry different scars, and walk a path I swore I never would. Everything I touch seems to break, and yet... I keep moving forward. For what? I don't even know anymore.

But regret? Regret is for people who still have a way out.

And me? I burned that bridge long ago.