Regret

So this weeks drabble is kind of different from the ones I normally wright. After a long week of thoughts flooding my head over different issues I wrote this. The first line had been in my head since the start of the week and this was the result. Enjoy!
              (Please note: I am not suicidal and none of my thoughts had to do with that it's just how the story turned out)



   He sat and watched the different embers rise up and out of the fire. Thousands of words were burning, pictures of a happy time now passed curled in the brass bucket where the fire resided.
   He regretted the past few months with a passion. The pain the agony.
   The months of wandering if this was the right thing to do or not. But he was done now.
   It was her turn to regret it. Regret the few months of what she did to him. Regret the loaded gun he now held in his hands. She would regret it.
   Wouldn’t she?