I always make the wrong decisions just like my father said. "Danger is all you bring Hauri. One who does not know how to make right choices, choices that cause suffering, All's you'll ever be." The words that echoed in the back of my head, the words that brought me back to reality, my reality which I tread carefully each day. My body was shaking as I kept my bow drawn, my pose reeking of confidence which I truly lacked, watching the figure drinking from the stream as I remained hidden atop a branch. Him. He was not like me, he wore that uniform like a bullseye. Yet I, the one holding the dart, could not bring myself to call the shot. Not when his smile made my heart jump. Not when all I've done is make bad decisions. But was it truly a bad decision?