Hushed Willows We all started off as shiny dimes, but we all got flipped too many times

For a moment Abel took to a stunned silence turned contemplative. 

What were his plans for a future? 

The question wasn't dwelled upon. It hardly ever was, for he knew there would be an inevetable draw to a blank.  Instead he filled his mind with empty declarations and promises. All of which had come to mind time and time again, reheresed in his darkest hours. He never spoke them aloud then, and he wouldn't now. Couldn't now. Abel's throat had gone dry.

An answer came eventually. I don't know. His voice was distance at first, but it came to him as he spoke more.

I never really thought about that, I guess. He felt discomforting guilt as he looked at her smile. All he could do was attempt to shrug it off, but it did not help.