Everything in life is in constant motion and we are changing as much as the world is, even though people often protest that they’re still the same. It’s a lie. The changes that come to face us and how we deal with them ultimately decide what type of person we are destined to become. When these changes are in front of you there is fork in the road ahead, and you have two options; deal with it or run from it. It sounds easy and it is foolish to believe that this choice is straightforward, of course we all think we’ll do the right thing. It’s not simple; the choices we make are messy and complicated and sometimes the path we should choose is the one our heart can not follow. The biggest thing that we have to deal with is that life is not the fairy tale that you imagine, most people pick the ‘run from it’ option but sadly we have to face reality at some point. The moment the rug is pulled from under our unsteady legs you fall and when you hit the ground it hurts. That’s what your first proper heartbreak is, it’s you hitting the floor after the world has been pulled out from under you. The landing is never quite as hard as the first one but it still does damage. The key is how you pick yourself up and dust the debris off; it’s the art of forgiveness. People deem forgiveness to be an easy act, saying ‘I forgive you’ and then moving on; no. Forgiveness is for only those who are strong, and if you have changed and picked the right paths then maybe you can forgive but then again maybe you can’t. The girl sat in the waiting room in the hospital considering if she was strong enough to be forgiven and to forgive in return.

The hospital was abuzz with doctors and nurses rushing past her ignoring her pale and tear soaked face. Her mascara had cascaded down her cheeks but she made no attempt to wipe it away or clean herself up. Her face and the persona she projected onto the world was a mess just like her insides at that moment. If she attempted to clean herself up it would be a lie, pretending to be fine when she wasn’t and there would be no more lying. The worry and panic surging through her body was like nothing she had ever known or experienced, she was on edge, hanging on by a thread. Every movement around her caused her head to shoot up hoping they had come with news anything to help her get through the next few moments. Time was travelling slowly, every second that past felt like a year and she was falling deeper and deeper into her own mind of ‘what if’.

She felt the presence beside her and the hand on her knee as the person attempted to offer her comfort, it was pointless. The only comfort that was on the horizon was when a voice told her everything would be fine, and the girl waited patiently.

The older woman came into the waiting room and all the people waiting stood up instinctively in anticipation of the news. The girl studied the woman’s face hoping that it might give something away, it didn’t, her furrowed brow gave away nothing. No one was speaking so she swallowed hard, the sound seemed to echo around the room. Finally she found her own voice and decided it fell upon her to speak first.

“So…?”

“She’s been rushed to the operating room, she’s got internal bleeding.”

The world stopped. The colour and sound was fading away from the world around her and she was standing alone in a black and white planet. A numbness seeped into her veins. She was now faced with another fork in her road, deal or run…deal or run. Her chest was rapidly moving up and down, the air was refusing to stay within her lungs. And with that she chose; beginning to retreat from the hospital her mind no longer in control. The young woman felt someone try and grab her arm but she did not look at the person and instead continued to leave. She finally made it to the exit catching one fleeting glance behind her, praying that Spencer would be okay.

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i’M VERY BORED at home at the moment and on a whim i made a trailer for this fanfic….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4dUntaZoxY