Title: "Getting It"
Summary: Regrets are the hardest part.
Notes: For Trish, for the First Lines Challenge.

If I try hard enough I can remember it, remember the exact instant when I realized it was my own fucking fault. Time's dulled the edges enough that I can look on my failures, our past, and see what I should have so long ago.

Did you hate me...curse my name; throw out letters, cards, mementos of a life? Did you fuck anyone, anything that moved -- just to feel different hands, different lips, to have another imprint where I'd marked you? Did you ache when it was over, did you feel hollow?

I'm sorry. You have no idea how much.

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