Alone

One of these days, he thought. One of these days.

 

One of these days, he’d feel like fighting. He’d feel like protecting. He’d feel like what chaos he had wrought for himself wasn’t something some divine power bestowed upon him but that it was something he had a hand in cultivating.

 

One of these days, he’d start taking responsibility for his own shortcomings.

 

One of these days, he’d stop blaming himself for the things he couldn’t have done anything about.

 

One of these days, he’d care.

 

But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

 

One of these days… but not today.

 

Today, he is alone.

Author's Note

This was a one-word prompt and I ended up writing a tiny blurb on it. It was sort of a stream of consciousness thing and I haven't written in a while, so be gentle!