Fork in the Road

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.

Goosebumps. They rise on the skin of my arms, all sporadically dispersed. These are not due to frigid air, but by rage and fear. Dare I say? Those solemn words, I speak them silently.

And so she sits in that black leather chair completely relaxed with a disgustingly smug look on her face. Look closer, right into her eyes. Inside... she cries.