The wind blew in the allyways of the city, the water calmly lapping against the bricks. It was Sunset, and the colors of the city were slowly sinking to sleep. But there was something happening, down in the city. There a girl stood. She held a note in her hand, the wind blowing her hair into her face, hiding it. She flicked her eyes out to where the sun was setting, it's last light dancing on the water. Her face was empty. No emotion could be seen. She sighed, and looked back at the note.
"Why did it have to happen so soon..." She whispered to herself. "If only I could have more time to think..."
'To love more than one, is itself not to be choosen.
You must take one path, and one path only. Now is the time...
Who will you choose?"