Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And sorry I could not travel both, and be one traveler, long as I stood. And looked down as far as I could to where it bent in under growth
It was one of those days everything seemed sad. The gym was empty. The apartment was quiet and her room was quiet. Everything was quiet except for the rain outside.
Who to choose? Who to fight? But one question was the most concerning to her, and her choices were not as simple as one might portray. Two people, no...two men, one woman. The question still remained. And as soon as it was answered, she'd no longer have to ponder.
Who to love?
Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the passing there has worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay.
Everything was in front of her. Her choices and her life. Where was she to go? If she chose Klaus...she would surely die by the hands of trusted ones. But...if she chose Dante she would be seen as a fighter in the war, someone who they could depend on. She cared about both of the men. They were similar, but not the same. They provided her with what she needed and what she wanted.
Her phone rang. She picked it up without even seeing who the caller was.
"Hello, Zhalia!" a familiar voice said.
And both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, how I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
She didn't reply. She didn't know what to reply. The rain making the moment so surreal, and she felt as if her heart would burst out of her chest. Klaus was the one she worked for and cared about. Dante was the one who made her feel safe from harm.
"Zhalia?" the voice asked again.
She was wondering once again. She didn't know what to do. Klaus was everything to her. She cared about Dante too. She couldn't bear to make the decision. Dante or Klaus? Heart or Mind? Her question still remained unanswered.
"Zhalia?" the worried voice asked again.
She took a deep breath in and said in a calm voice.
"Hello Dante. Sorry I think there is something wrong with the phone."
"It's alright. I just wanted to confirm with you the time we are meeting at Romania." The relieved voice said.
"8 p.m. I'll be there. Don't worry.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
No, I am not. My Father had called me a few minutes ago ,which felt like hours ago, to tell me to kill you and the others, she wanted to scream at him. But she decided to say this,
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You sound a bit dull."
"Just tired."
"Sure you're not sick or anything? If you are you don't have to come for the mission, you know."
She left her lips trying to curve up.
"No, I am fine really! And I will come for the mission."
"Okay. Good night, Zhalia."
"Good Night"
Then the phone rang again. She picked it up. Klaus.
"Who were you talking to?"
"Dante"
"What did he say?"
"He wanted to confirm the time we are going to meet in Romania."
"Okay, good. You remember everything I said right?"
"Yes"
"Good"
And then the line was dead.
Dante and Klaus. So different yet so similar. But who would she choose?
I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
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Well its my first poemfic. We were analysising this poem in school. Yes, kpopfanidol and Cullensalt during LAP.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Reviews would be very nice!
-Tina
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