She had many regrets in her life, they piled in abundance like forgotten gumballs in an antique shop. It wasn’t new to have one now, but it was a different type. When it came to her childhood and Mom, there were many things she’d have done differently. The consequences had been heavy, but this wasn’t one of those great regrets. This was simpler, but still deep.
When he’d asked her out, she’d said no. It had seemed wise at the time; she hadn’t wanted to jeopardize the band. But on the eve of her final high school days, and no longer a band-mate, it felt like she had sacrificed too much.