The Choice
“Please don’t do this to me Nia.”
“But this is what is
best for everyone Ain, trust me on this. Abah and Ma will be so proud that you've made the right choice.”
“No, NO!”
“Get a hold of
yourself. You said it yourself that you just want to get this over with. You
said you want to take control. Now get hold of your shaky emotions!”
“I want the misery of confusion to end but
not this way.”
“This is the only way.”
“I can’t. I can’t bring
myself to choose. They are all so nice. I love them all the same.”
“No you can’t. You have
to choose or you will suffer for the rest of your life! Make a wise choice Ain.
You have to choose something because you can’t have it all. Remember?
Priorities, priorities, priorities!”
“I can’t,” I could feel
my voice trembling with fear of losing the love if I make the choice. The fear
of making the wrong choice.
“I just can’t please
let this slide just this time.”
“NO! You’re the one who
wanted to take control now walk the talk!”
I took a deep breath
and closed my eyes. I could feel the heat from my eyes, burning my tear gland
but I hold it in.
Slowly I opened my eyes
and whisper to myself.
“Okay fine, I’ll go
with Murakami and Khalid Hosseini.”
"I'm sorry Fukuyama." I heard Nia's voice trembled with agony in my head.
"I'm sorry Fukuyama." I heard Nia's voice trembled with agony in my head.
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