She had never been more sure of her own future than in this moment as her gaze locked on the warm brown eyes across the room. In them, she saw her own reflection staring back. Something about her mundane appearance was unsettling. So much had changed, she no longer saw herself the same. It was almost a surprise to see that outwardly, she was the same girl she'd always been.
It had been so painfully obvious that she was headed down a path that would end in heartbreak. She could have stopped this, if she had wanted to, but even now, she had no regret for the choices that led her here.
She knew she should feel some kind of sorrow for the man whose heart she was about to break. He had been nothing but good to her. He loved and cared for her, even when it didn't make sense. She could've saved him from this tragedy, but instead, she chose to live. Was it really just a few hours ago, when she believed his arms were the only place she wanted to be? Now, he was an obstacle—the final barrier between her and her future. She knew how the conversation would go. He'll try to change her mind and beg her to stay. She knew he didn't actually want that; he didn't want her. he wanted the girl she used to be. But she was gone. In this moment, she did not mourn her.
The brown eyes watched her curiously as she walked forward to greet her future.