Never Again
Maybe a supreme being, the homeless guy, asked me a question that scared the innermost part of my heart. Whoever he was, he was pointing out to me the truth.
“What.” He furrowed his forehead. “If.” He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Selene, putting these two words together has the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. This word what if will never lead you to the right path. You are like holding onto regrets, for the time wasted.”