I've always been a bottom bunk type of girl.
I was always the planner, certain of everything.
I wasn't big into risk and I skipped all the "sticks everything into mouth" phase as a toddler, I've never had any injury that wasn't dance related and the only reason I even learned how to ride a bike (at the age of fourteen no less) was because apparently it was a shameful thing to not have experienced. I was a master scheduler and the only time I've ever been late to something was if I wasn't in control.
Even more so was I always have known what I wanted to do with my life, I wanted to dance. I wasn't interested in being anything else since I'd taken my first lesson at the age of two. I didn't give another thought, didn't even blink in regards to all the things I'd given up throughout short my life time to pursue what I knew... what I had thought, was my destiny.
It honestly blew my mind that I was even feeling the smallest smudge of doubt regarding Julliard, even way back in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind.
But it also honestly blew my mind when I thought back on everything that had occurred to have this change occur. The tiny part of my heart carved out, the rest claimed.
Was I Selfish or Selfless?
Reckless or Uptight?
Friend or Enemy?
Potential lover or Temptress?
"What are you saying Kayla?" He breathed, nose touching mine. I could feel it, the hoping and the praying that I was about to say what he thought I was going to say. "I'm staying" I breathed back. He looked at me incredulously then kissed me. Hard. I laughed as he spun me around in circles, My eyes smiled into his as my feet touched the soft sand."
"The rain rolled down the taxi window, one chasing the other in an endless cycle. Reminding me of the ride that brought me here in the first place, to a home that looked deceptively liked my old one. If only I had known I wasn't going back to an old life, I was stepping into a new one. I could feel the tug in my chest, the heart-attack pain in my chest signally he now knew. I sobbed and a few over-due tears slipped from underneath my lashes, dripping from my chin as a whole howled in the distance. Sounding every bit like its heart was on fire."
Staying or Going?
It didn't seem to matter how I felt in all of this
I was one or the other of a long list of options.
I guess you could it all depends on where your standing.
But in reality it all depends on me, my choices.
my life.