This path, whatever it is and wherever it leads, isn't the one path for me. Too many options, too many opportunties. I can't have so many choices. So many places I could go wrong.

Pouring water pelted me, harder and harder in each passing second. After the first few dozen times of whipping the water from my eyes, I gave up. I let it drip down, hang on my eyelashes, and fall down under my eyes. My pitch black hair is slicked down under the relentless rain, the tears from heaven. My heavily applied eyeliner and quickly done mascara ran down my cheeks.

I could hear someone call my name.

"Daciana!"

"Daciana!"

I looked behind me and saw a blurry figure running my way. I ran, my feet pounding the concrete ground. Making plop sounds in the puddles, the watery streams sliding down the graying road.

"Daciana, please stop!"

"No! Go away! Leave me alone!" I shouted, my voice wavering with constantly falling tears. I stumbled, my shoes slipping, and I fell. HE caught up with me.

"No! No! Let me go!" I shouted, swirming in his arms. "I don't want to go back there! No!"

"Ciana, please calm down. I won't bring you back there. I'll bring you home with me. You'll be safe, I won't let you be hurt again."

"Kaliska, don't leave me again."