Choices

Megan made her choice, well aware of the consequences that will follow her to her death.

"How much do you love him?"

"There is no measure to answer you."

"Will you die for him?"

Her dirty blond hair swayed in the autumn breeze, her eyes looked down at Megan with utter hatred as she smears away the crimson from her split lip.

The question wasn't even cold before the sounds of sirens rang in the air and the spotlight of a chopper trapped Megan in her place.