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when faced with the choice to sacrifice happiness or to sacrifice safety,

what will you choose?

choice

noun /CHois/

an act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities

The next day I woke up, I realized I slept with her in my embrace all night. Surprised, I was, for I did not recall living together with someone. As my brain began to process the situation, I recalled a series of event from the night before, one that led me into her bed. I was very much in shock, to be honest. To act the way I did the night before, it was not something I used to do. To act oh-so friendly with a stranger, even comforting and telling her I would be by her side.

Oh, how embarrassing. I knew then there was no way I could stay by her; I needed to get to move, to be away from one place to another. I could not commit myself to one place, for I feared that the knights caught up with me.

Terrible, terrible idea. What a shame that I had to give her a false hope of companionship. How terrible I was to leave her after promising I would be there for her. However, I had no other choice.

There was no way a fugitive like I was could stay with another person. A stranger, no less. An unknowing bystander, no less. Had the Zelinda caught up with us, what shall be of her? I do not wish to endanger an innocent soul; not one with a smile as genuine as Vega, not one whose eyes sparkle the way Vega’s constellation eyes did.

Yet, there I was, hesitating, while admiring the angelic face of a darling whose purity could rival that of a saint’s. Sleeping so peacefully, without a care to the outside world. I, too, wished to live as positively as she was.

I was jerked back to reality when Vega moved in her sleep. Realizing what I was doing, shame and guilt engulfed me down at once. No, no, no. I am not to be happy, that was what I reminded myself again and again.

I have to leave her, now, I thought, swallowing my hesitation and pride to leave for the journey.

Yet, as I wore my coat and got ready to leave, I heard a sniff before me. Shocked, indeed, as Vega had been sleeping peacefully not even a minute before. Expecting her to wake up and catch me in broad daylight, I glanced behind my shoulder. She was asleep, despite her peaceful face that was tainted in tears.

Oh, what a shame. What a poor, little darling; all alone in this cold, cold world, surviving the cruel and unforgiving life.

Thus, my resolves were broken down.

“Don’t go...” she whispered between her sobs. Oh, what a tragedy. To experience such a nightmare; how I had no heart to leave her.

Against my better judgement, I sat down next to her, knowing full well that once I was back down, I would not be able to leave her anymore. It was fine, it was fine. It was a decision I made for myself, a sacrifice of anonymity in order to give her security. And I was willing to give it up. I was willing to give everything up—I am willing to give everything up, as long as it is for her.

So, there I was, sitting next to her, who was crying in her sleep, hushing and touching her cheek as tenderly as I could. “Shh, it’s okay, I’ll be by your side,” I reassured, more to myself than to her.

And I promised. I promised that I would always come back to her, no matter where I go. I had decided, then, that she is the home I come back to, and she will remain the place where my heart resign.

and here I stay, next to you, always

the choice to not bid farewell.