She wondered what she was doing there. The mild autumnal weather had quickly turned to high winds and heavy rain, blowing her hair across her face. Roughly she swiped it out of her eyes, concentrating on the reason she was there. She stood only a few feet away from the door of the building she so desperately wanted to enter, but indecision froze her to the spot. Would she be welcome? From the outside, the building looked plain, simple, nothing special to a passer by. For her, however, it was a place filled with memories, both good and bad. Some of her proudest moments had been in there, as well as some she preferred not to think about. Sighing, she weighed up countless options in her head, none of them having the desired outcome. Realising she wasn't ready to make her decision, she turned on her heel and walked away, regretting her decision to walk instead of drive there. It wasn't far she'd reasoned, and a walk would help to clear her head. She hadn't thought it through, nor had she thought about wearing even a coat or bringing an umbrella.
Rachel Mason wasn't indecisive, she was headstrong, sure of herself and a force to be reckoned with. Her inability to make an informed, rational and balanced decision frustrated her immensely. She was overthinking it, she knew she was but couldn't stop the whirlwind of thoughts rushing through her mind, crashing into each other at full force. As she turned to exit the road and head into the nearby park, the rain became torrential and she quickened her pace, shivering as she walked. By this point her vision was somewhat clouded by the weather conditions and she cursed out loud as she tripped over a branch that had been blown down in the wind, landing on her hands and knees with a thud on the wet, muddy path. So much for being able to save her washing until the end of the week. She sighed again, standing back up and assessing her injuries the best she could without really being able to see them. From the stinging, she guessed she had grazes to her hands and knees, but she wouldn't know for sure until she got home. She was only a few minutes away now, and she exited the park onto the road where her house was located, checking quickly before she crossed. After a couple of minutes, she reached her front door and unlocked it, her hands trembling from the cold. Heading inside, she took off her shoes and locked the door, heading immediately for the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.
As the switch on the kettle changed colour to indicate that the water had boiled, Rachel grabbed a mug from the cupboard, placing her teabag inside and pouring the boiling liquid over it. She added milk, removed the teabag and went to sit at the kitchen table. What had she been thinking, she asked herself. Had she been thinking at all? Her decision would have huge implications for all involved, it had to be right.