stop all the clocks.

She was still unsure. Eternally to be so, she presumed. Was this one step closer to getting out? Or just forcing the whole 'grown up' thing?

Decisions have to be made, or nothing will happen. She couldn't be static and wait, she had to do something for herself, make something happen.

No going back. A jump into the sea of todays, tomorrows, and futures. Every choice is the right choice when it is what you want. Or what you think you want.