If you were given the choice between yourself and the one whom you love, who would you choose? This question has been my dilemma for the past few years of my life. To choose either of them would come with their own consequences, both of which I 'am unsure whether I would want to face or not.
Choosing myself meant not be afraid of what would come ahead. To no longer worry—though of such selfish act brings upon pain—if I were to choose to, would I regret?
I have not given much thought to the other option— choosing the latter. Or maybe I choose not to. A part of me says to push for what satisfies my heart, though both peace and sorrow comes with such a path.
If I could turn back time and change the course of what had happened, maybe it would not come to this. But, here I am, unsure if I should regret the circumstances or be thankful for the decisions made for me. I do not know if this is the end, or the beginning of life. One thing is for sure I am unaware of what is to come.
My love stood there as we stared eye to eye, hands tangled like vines, surrounded by the silence of the night. But no beating heart insight.
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SOLE | ChanLix AU
FanfictionMy love stood there as we stared eye to eye, hands tangled like vines, surrounded by the silence of the night. But no beating heart in sight.
