*Sam's P.O.V*
The living room is quiet, the low hum of the movie playing in the background barely registering as I lay sprawled on the couch. My eyes are fixed on the ceiling, but I'm not really seeing it.
Chozen's offer echoes in my mind, a siren call to a faraway place that promises adventure and growth. Okinawa. The word itself feels like a key to a door I'm not sure I'm ready to open.
But it's not just about karate or being an assistant in his classes—it's the possibility of leading my own. Can I really do this? Am I ready to step out on my own?
Every time I try to focus on the movie, the characters' voices become a distant murmur, drowned out by the cacophony of my thoughts.
What if I fail? What if I succeed? The 'what ifs' are relentless, and with each passing moment, they carve a deeper crevice of doubt in my mind.
My gaze drifts to the window, where the evening light is beginning to fade, and I can't help but draw parallels to my own uncertainty—the twilight of my comfort zone.
I pull a cushion closer, hugging it to my chest in a feeble attempt to anchor myself to the here and now. But it's no use; I'm adrift in a sea of contemplation, tossed about by waves of opportunity and fear.
Okinawa is not just a place; it's a test, a challenge to the very essence of who I am and who I could become. And the most daunting part? Making the choice to leap.
The secret weighs on me like a lead vest, heavy and constricting. I haven't told Eli about the offer, and the silence is suffocating.
It's not just him; I've kept it from everyone, a solitary burden that's mine alone to bear. I can feel the truth bubbling up, pressing against my lips with every moment we spend together, and yet I can't seem to let it out.
The fear of his reaction, of the disappointment or hurt that might flicker across his face, keeps me mute.
It's driving me insane, this internal tug-of-war between my desire for transparency and my dread of the potential fallout.
Every conversation feels like a minefield, each word carefully navigated to avoid the inevitable explosion of confession. The longer I wait, the more it festers, an insidious whisper that gnaws at the edges of my sanity.
How can I reconcile my longing for Okinawa with the thought of leaving him behind? How do you tell someone you care about that your dreams might take you away from them?
The question haunts me, and I'm lost in the labyrinth of my own trepidation.
"Hey, Sam." My dad greeted me as he came into the living room, "How's the movie?"
"Fine, I guess."
My dad looked at the tv, seeing the horrors that it presented. Yeah, I put on a horror movie but because I am getting distracted by my own thoughts, I haven't been paying attention to it.
"You're usually bubbly when you see Billy Loomis on the tv screen." He said as he moved my feet and he sat down on the couch.
But him moving my feet didn't stop me from putting them on his lap. He didn't even try to push them away. He let it happen.
"My thoughts are keeping me sidetracked by Billy Loomis." I murmured.
But my dad heard me.
"What's going on, Sam?"
"Life."
"What about life?"
"The horrors of opportunity." I said, not sure how else to word it.
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