I stared at the crimson red sky, I wish I could carve a different path, that I could choose, but the Fates are cruel, they choose with no warning, no time to say goodbye. But its the Fates that cut the string, weave. I could still be in that Latin class, hoping they chose someone else to walk out, to take someone else to put my responsibilities on. They picked my destiny when I opened that door...
I will tell you MY story...