“Did you regret it?” he asked.    He was a slender, maybe anorexic boy. Sharp features, pale, modern reformed goth hairstyle, you know, with the mostly short sides and a bit too long on top. I was begrudgingly awakened from whatever stupor the in-between was to him sitting with his legs tightly together yet otherwise his posture lended towards the thought that he’d been here for awhile; he was lax, maybe tired. At this point I was a little too shocked to respond, all I could do was bli