The Choices We Made Novels & Stories

I asked. He exhaled. “We make a choice.” The room held its breath. “We either rewrite the rules,” he said quietly, “or we walk away before we break each other.” My heart thudded painfully. Rewrite the rules. Or lose each other completely. And suddenly, not choosing felt like the most dangerous option of all.

The both of them had decided on it, made the decision and had made me comply and I hadn’t even paused to give it a thought. To ponder if it was something I wanted to do or not and maybe that was good. Not having to debate choices felt…Nice?

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

Our lives weren't just full of successes and disasters but thousands of choices that had brought us from strangers to the family we have now. Eventually we reached the final page. Damien moved his chair closer, and we read the final line together. Terms of the heart: A free choice. A choice we make every day. Tears welled up in my eyes. "I think that's what our story has been about." "I think so." He pulled me into his arms. I wasn't crying because we had finished, but because I was thinking about everyone we had lost, our mistakes, and how patient we both needed to be to stay together.

moments, we didn’t choose carefully enough. My breath caught. because that meant it wasn’t just what we do next. It was everything we’ve already done. already decided. already set in motion. and as the world around us began to fill with the consequences of every choice we had made, I realized with a sinking, irreversible certainty. we didn’t just create a world with consequence. we created one where nothing we’ve done can ever be escaped.

Rhea said, dry. All eyes turned to me. “And to what?” Niko prompted. I thought of all the things I could name. Victories. Losses. Sacrifices. Architectures. Instead, I said: “To choices,” I said. “Bad, good, ours.” We drank. The city breathed around us. No one above tweaking our decisions. No silent architecture calibrating our arguments. Just us. Imperfect. Unoptimized. Alive. The new dawn, I realized, wasn’t a sunrise over a cleansed world.

Ernest lay in the bed for a few minutes longer, looking at the ceiling, and thought about the specific quality of a choice that was renewed daily. He had not understood, before the clause year, that love was a choice. He had understood it as a state — as something that was or was not, that arrived or departed, that required the right conditions to be sustained. He had not understood that it was a decision. That every ordinary Wednesday was a renewed decision. That the bread and the garden walk and the kitchen table and the east wing office and all of it were the daily enactment of a decision that could have been made differently and was not.

Life is made up of a series of choices, and every single tiny decision you make can change everything for the rest of your life. Seriously, like, even something as simple as whether or not you get up to go to the bathroom right this very second or continue to hold it for a minute or two could impact the rest of your life. Don’t believe me? Okay—let’s say you’re at a Starbucks, sipping your latte, and you really need to put your book down and go use the facilities, but you decide to wait until you get to the end of the chapter. The next thing you know, some crazy person who doesn’t know the gas from the brake comes flying through the front of the store, sending shards of glass, bits of scone,

she stopped and Indy continued for her. “You see our pack was small and not very excepting of different ways to experience life or love, they seemed to think that same sex mates were a disgrace to the pack and limited the opportunities to grow the pack, because they couldn’t produce children. So, we were ordered by our families and our Alpha and Luna to reject each other and they were going to pick out mates for us. We were to be forcibly marked by them tying us to them and breaking our bond to each other” Indy spoke and I could see them both visibly tense. Indy continued “We refused to reject each other and pleaded for our families to accept us but they wouldn’t, they told us we had a choic

I said before walking inside our mansion. It was never easy. I left everything. I lived alone. I cried alone. I healed alone. Life wasn't unfair. It was always the choices we made that would tell the story. We could always choose to live in the right way or never. We could always live in happiness and contentment that we deserve from all the choices we made. We're the ones that hold our life. We control everything. We know what's right and what's wrong. We're the ones who'll decide how to live. Our life depends on the choices we make.