A little drabble I wrote for The Dreamer by Lora Innes. The characters are hers, not mine.
Alan couldn't sleep. This, however, certainly wasn't new. Ever since Nathan's passing, he had become a changed man. Beatrice and Alexander had become accustomed to his midnight roamings, sitting under the same tree, almost every single night. No one knew what he did there, what he thought, those nights; Alan preferred it that way.
"Why, why did I let you go?", Alan whispered, looking down. "I should have told you not to, I should have spoken up, I should have..."
All was silent. Nothing stirred, as if to reflect upon Alan's thoughts. He himself was still; Alan looked out into the darkness, with no expression.
"There were a lot of things I should have done."