Perfect Nightmare

"Just trust in it and listen to your heart," he whispered but his eyes said otherwise.

We all know that's the core of all humanities problems from the very beginning, the power of indecision and allowing the mind to have more power over instincts whether rational or irrational. But the only thing I knew is that all the lives of these people in front of me lay in the palms of my hands, I had to make the right decision.

The question sounded simple, something that I would've easily replied to in a different context but here the answer didn't seem to form, as if I was unable to form the words and speak.

Will it be love? Or would it be blood?

The sad bit was either decision would break me beyond repair and choosing wisely didn't seem like an option; yet I felt my heart sink as if there was never going to be an answer.

"What will it be?" he whispered. What A Fairytale It Is When They Say, "Family Always Has Your Back"