Chapter ninety nine: Choices

Arya’s POV

There’s a time in one’s life when you feel exposed, vulnerable and conflicted. Not knowing right from wrong or good from evil but the only thought plastered in your head is how to survive. This was mine. I’m not sure how long I stood looking like a statue but I’m pretty sure it was enough to give me away.

Should I make up an excuse? Or should I come clean?

‘Choices’

My hated nemesis. At every point in life we’re all forced to make choices. Some more difficult than others while some graciously leaves you to wallow in regret, still that’s not the worse part.

The most dreaded side of it is the fact that at the end of it all we face the grave consequences while the so called ‘choice’ goes scot-free.

With this I need not explain further why I hate ‘choices’.

‘Goddamn! I just did a full blown epilogue about ‘choices’.

Just great! Another gift from my baby, the hormones are now discovering hidden talent in me. At this rate I better enroll in a talent show for all our sakes!