Why She Was One Decision?

It was one decision. It was a single choice she had made. It was one moment. But how could it set so much into motion? She didn't know, then, of the negative consequences of her action. She didn't even imagine them. All she could see were joyous possibilities -- possible happiness, possible love, possible desire and change and experience and all things new. That's the thing about optimism, it leaves us unprepared. Her possibilities became realities. She had something she was afraid to lose. She had something that was so beautiful and magical that she felt as if she was floating on a cloud. Every evening she would think about him before she fell asleep, every night he would appear in her dreams, every morning he was the first thought to cross her mind. She knew that he thought about her just as much and in the same way. She knew it was cheesy and she knew it was the
She questioned if it was worth it; she couldn't decide if she was actually happy. She wondered most of all if he was still satisfied with her. Scars from her past began to show, and she felt them deeper with every word he said, although he said nothing that would ordinarily be considered wrong. Her forgotten past was resurfacing, and every conversation reminded her of everything she had longed to forget forever. She could feel the end as it began. Something changed, something was wrong, and she thought he knew it, too. But neither said a word, at least not directly. She hinted at her changing heart. He hinted at wanting another, but she may have been imagining his wandering eyes. She was so broken that she saw things that may not have been there. It was a game, almost, and playing it would be deadly. She began sinking. She was sinking now, instead of floating, and her cloud was turning gray. She reached for a hand, only to find that no one was there to save her. The cloud she had once floated on was now strangling her, and she was gasping for