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Author: Truest Tears
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Paths
I am standing at a crossroad, thought the woman.
What I do now will define my future. I will regret, or I will rejoice in my decision. I am standing at a fork, a point between two paths, and I must choose one way or the other.
Will I regret it, in days to come? Will I say that I was young and foolish, that I was careless and too carefree to see?
Perhaps.
We must all learn through our mistakes. They correct us, they punish us and they teach us.
Now here I am, and I must choose between two paths. Perhaps they are only small detours that meet in the same road later on. I am perhaps only postponing the inevitable now, as I turn away from the man at the bar and decide that I will not approach him.
I won't ask him if he'd like a cup of coffee, and then find more interesting things to say as the night wears on…
No, I'll take the other path.
I'll take the door.
But he is very handsome, I can see. If I do strike up a conversation one thing will lead to another, we could end up married.
Yes, we end up together, that much I can tell.
So I sigh, and pay, and get up to leave.
I have chosen a path.
I only hope that we meet on a different road, stranger.
I discovered that I could "see" what was to come when I was sixteen, when I picked up a match to light the oven. I was going to bake a cake, but then be called away. The oven would be left on for hours, and eventually the tea-towel leaning over the side would become overheated and burst into flames. Several of my roommates, who were sleeping off nightshifts, would be killed.
I would arrive home that night to nothing but a gaping hole of charred wood and burnt flesh, and I would be guilty for the rest of my life.
That was the first, and the deepest sight that I ever saw.
After that I did not look into the sights that I saw…never so deeply.
Instead I just grazed them, looking for small hints of what was to come.
That is what I did that night, looking at the well-built, muscled man with his chiseled features and long locks of auburn hair.
He was of transfixing beauty, and yet I knew the danger.
Just below the surface of what would start as a loving relationship there would be heartbreak.
That was something that I could never bear again.
So on that night I chose the door, a different path…
But inside I prayed that we would meet again.
A.N: If you liked it, please tell me and I will write more, like what happens later on and such. Please don't flame. It doesn't help.
And a special thanks goes out to giveGodtheglory for reviewing my first story, much appreciated!