Claiya’s heart outran her feet as the sounds of pursuit drew closer. “Do it.” her father ordered between gasping breaths. “They’ll die if I do.” “We’ll die if you don’t.” Cursing the power for which the villagers sought her death, Claiya stopped running. Facing the mob, she called the storm.
So often when I face difficult choices, I become lost in trying to make everyone, including myself, happy. So hard because I know I'll always wonder if I should have done something different, if I made the right choice in the end. This choice is no different from the ones mountain climbers face... sometimes someone gets left behind. I think she made the only choice she could but I believe she'll always wonder if she should have made the choice she did.
So often when I face difficult choices, I become lost in trying to make everyone, including myself, happy. So hard because I know I'll always wonder if I should have done something different, if I made the right choice in the end. This choice is no different from the ones mountain climbers face... sometimes someone gets left behind. I think she made the only choice she could but I believe she'll always wonder if she should have made the choice she did.