Caty stood on the edge.
Not exactly a physical one but a metaphorical one entirely in her mind. She wasn't the type to think about death and suicide and what comes after. She was on a different kind of edge. The kind that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get away from it. It was going to happen no matter what she did. Life is strange like that. It gives you everything and then quite as suddenly rips it away from you like a severed limb.
In this one moment she had to decide which path to follow. Opportunities awaited her at the end of each, all different and unique to one another.
She just had to choose.
Left or right?
East or west?
She just had to move.
One step at a time.
She just had to choose.
