He finished quietly, turning to the side to press his hands against his heart. Doing so, his feet banged into the bookshelf and a book fell. Blinking at it, he noted the soft green and red ribbon. Letting out a sigh, he crawled over to pick it up. No title, no name. Wiping his swollen eyes, he opened the cover and paused.
I don't regret it.
That sentence was written large like a statement. Flipping the page, his eyes started to read and glazed over as he stared at the blank page.
Hand holding the brush, he could feel himself emotional as he made his strokes.
'My story is not one people will envy,' he wrote, 'nor would any unfortunate soul wish for.'
