How am I suppose to choose willingly to face my biggest fear with no one to save me expect the fear itself?
How am I suppose to love you both when your turmoil is older than the very fabric of time?
So many questions and possible answers run through my head and the slightest glimpse of the outcome sends me to my knees, crying out in the pain of the monster plunging its heart-breaking claws into my chest.
I wish I could be strong and not have to tell you what will make my fear come true, the very secret that will crush my happily ever after.
There is no happily ever after without you.
How am I suppose to choose?
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