Destinations

"Not everybody knows where their Point B is from Point A..."

Terminator has left the chatroom.

She found herself staring blankly at the computer screen until it finally dawned on her what he was trying to tell her all week.  For a fortnight, she had been haunted by pangs of disorientation.  Now, she stood where two roads diverge, wondering where each path would take her.  There was little doubt what she was expected to fulfill, yet she loathed the burdensome expectation.

Blueberry Pie has entered the chatroom.

She saw a familiar name in the chatroom.

"Hey, free to chat?"

"Shoot."

"Well, nothing...erm, the usual.  What else can there be?"

"LOL!"

...

"So?"

"Nothing....hey, what you would do if you were me?"

"Not this again?  We've been through this, like a gazillion times!"

"Not that many, just twenty thousand times.  So, should I go or not?"

"Yea..."

"You think I should?"

"Okay, no then..."

"I shouldn't?"

"What's the problem?  Haven't it already been decided?"

"But I can still change my mind, can't I?"

"Why don't you toss a coin?  Since you can't decide.  Duh..."

"NO WAY!  I can't let a coin decide which path to take.  This is my future we're talking about."

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