So, somehow, here I am again, choosing my own fate at this very moment.
Do I take the left turn to a high cliff and certain death, or do I take the right turn and head inwards to my school in the city?
It's a choice I make every morning, but even when I am tempted to walk the other, I always pick the right.
The traffic from the city is very faintly heard, only audible when there is nothing else making sound around you.
The trail I'm on is a complete opposite of the city only a few hundred metres away.
Cherry trees cover both sides of the trail, covering it in a light shade and partially covering the trail with cherry blossom petals.
It was a very peaceful scene, a place where (as rumours suggest) wishes come true.
And for the longest time I never believed that rumour. Sure the trail was beautiful, but wishes are merely things people want.
A blessed place like this wouldn't try and please people cheaply like that. But then, as I strolled down the trail for the umpteenth time, I saw her.
She was beautiful, with long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a beautiful complexity. Her entirety gave off an irresistable aura that I found myself drawn towards desperately.
She had headphones on, and started walking down the trail in front of me.
There were so many thoughts racing through my mind that I only managed to pick out a few. The best one was probably "Go meet her!" I wondered how I should try and approach her.
Maybe I could have "accidentally" bumped into her, or just walked up and said hello. But I didn't want to seem creepy, so I decided to just continue my stroll while considering my options.
I wondered what kind of music she was listening to. I wondered what her voice sounded like. I wondered how nice she was to strangers.
I wondered how bad I would feel if I got rejected by her. My mind was constantly thinking of new things to say, new ways to introduce myself, cheesy pickup lines and simple greetings alike.
I finally decided; I'd go with a simple "Hey!" And work from there.
We were approaching the turn, where the trail turns to the left but the road to the city starts on the right. I had to make my move. She was about to turn right it seemed.
I mentally gathered myself, took a deep breath, looked right at the back of her head, and finally after all of this preparation, all of my years of lonely habits and sadness,
all of my time in the dark with no one to aid me, I had found my light. It was her. She could be my saviour from this cold, unrelenting thing we call life.
I broke the silence,
"H-hey!" I started.
But she never stopped to hear it. She went along her way, took her right turn, and vanished before my very eyes. She faded away into the city road.
I never got to hear her voice, I never got to find out what music she liked, and in a way I got rejected by her, the one thing I didn't want.
And with the faint sound of city traffic in the background, and the gentle sound of trees swaying in the light spring morning wind, I noticed something odd.
Every single morning when I went down this path, I always took the right turn to school. I had never even considered walking towards the left, knowing what was there.
Well, there's a first for everything, right?