There were eight buttons.
Worst moment of my life was having to choose one of them. I had seen all of the possibilities and permutations, and chose my future. Why, why! The elders that saw all of the worlds and universes were cruel to make us see the worlds in their beauty and purity. Eight destinations. Eight possible futures, and I could only choose one.
I wouldn't remember until it was too late.
I pressed the second button to the left on the bottom row as a single, sparkling tear made a path down my face. As I closed my eyes, I forgot everything.
As she pressed the button, her short, dark chocolate hair floated in a nonexistent wind and her pale, clear skin glowed as if it was bathed in the last rays of sunlight on a clear summer's evening. Her milky jade green eyes held back all but one sparkling tear that fell onto the board, splashing onto the tag underneath the button she had pressed. The tag read: Loved by the Detective, but never able to tell him you have the same emotions.