Novelas y relatos de I Chose

That was the reason I chose Felicity. * #TBC

It’s not reacting anymore. It’s choosing.

I think I’m already choosing. And it’s the one choice I swore I’d never make.

It is the ability to choose when to reveal it. And I had just chosen.

I asked a little annoyed that someone else was meant to be hers “If you had to pick between going to the beach or going to the mountains which, would you pick?” she asked “that’s a hard one I like both? Can I pick both?” I asked “Nope you have to pick one” she smirked “Okay the mountains, you?” it was a hard one I enjoyed both so I just said the first one that came to me

But after marrying Tyler, this was what I got? I lifted my gaze, straight to the hidden camera tucked away in the corner of the room. "Tyler, don't regret this."

She asked, beaming with pride. “I have to put it on sooner or later, right?” I giggled. “Did you decide on which of the undergarments you would wear underneath?” She quizzed me. “Yes, I picked the brown with pink ribbon.” I chose the ugliest pair to shove my disdain down Ahiga’s throat. “Not the black with red lace?” She eyed me. I rolled my eyes. “Mommmm….” “Alright, alright. Come here, let me get you dressed.”

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ I picked the restaurant myself. That part was important. It meant something, even if I wasn’t ready to say what. It meant I was making a choice with my eyes open, not being swept along by his orbit or his reservations or that easy way he had of making things feel inevitable. I was choosing. Actively. With full awareness. I told myself this several times while getting ready. The restaurant I chose was small and Italian and on a street that most people walked past without noticing. I told him the name. He texted back: good choice. Then, after a second: not one of mine, for the record.

Their heads swiveled toward my shadowed corner in unison. I held up my phone, the screen glowing. For three years in this city, I had stayed in the background, in the closed-off corners. This was the first time I walked from the shadows into their direct line of sight. Even if this ‘audience’ was only Leon and Liana, it was enough. “Elara?!” “How are you here?” Liana released Selene and charged toward me like a feral she-wolf.

"With you. If you want. If you choose. Again. Knowing everything you know." Grayson looked at her. The doubt and the wanting, the inheritance and the possibility, the test she'd proposed and he was grading. "I choose," he said. "Again. Not because I'm certain. Not because I've escaped my father or my fear or the framework he documented. But because—" He stopped, smiled, the crooked version that reached his eyes. "Because you saw me. Because you stayed. Because the ice is melting and we're still here, wet and uncertain and—"