Lyra
Choices are perhaps the hardest of tasks that have ever faced humanity. Indeed everyone has the freedom to choose and those choices usually end up defining who we are. Currently I had made mine but Caleb was hindering the execution bit with his clammy palm over my mouth and a surprisingly strong arm around my stomach. Spewing out profanities had proved futile since they all came out muffled so I had decided to improvise my actions by attempting to bite the flesh of his palm which under normal circumstances would have proven effective. Except this man seemed to be made of iron, he did not even flinch. My eyes trailed back to the scene in front of me and once again I flipped, fighting to escape Caleb's tight grip.
"He is the man who took the life of your best friend, why do yo
