She had been typical so far. Pretty regular, pretty average. Obedient, dutiful and all those banal things that you were either told or expected of. She had always been a traditional girl. The “Yes” girl. The good girl.
She had felt the necessary amount of guilt all “good” people did. She apologized
reflexively like all “good “people did. She contained herself in most areas
like all “good” people did. Her expression had always been in “apt” areas like
her academics, her work, and her personal life. She had answered to those she
was “answerable” to in all those areas, again like she was expected to. She had
followed rules. Her starring role in her life had been to be obvious and everything expected. But she had never lived.
Hence, she thought, biting down her lip as she contemplated sending the
email she had just typed out…a furtive smile later the email was sent, well on
its way, the third one today. The recipients were different, the message
however was the same. The fourth email, still lay drafted, waiting for its
conclusion.
She felt an arm snake up beside her and chuckled, sliding in herself.
Cuddles were always welcome, even necessary. “Okay” She whispered to him. He
turned sleepy eyes towards her, half smiling “Are you positive?” “As never
before…..”
Meanwhile, three inboxes across the globe held unread emails, each
rendering a shock value of its own. One was addressed to the law firm she
worked at, a brief resignation letter, one informing a partner that the wedding
ceremony was off, and one to the parents, informing them of the other two
decisions as well as the new fundamental one of moving in with someone until
she decided she wanted to take the next step.
The fourth decision was the first one she never explained to anyone. It
was what she would invest her savings in. It was the story that was most
important to her, that she would never be able to take any slander of. She
would choose to have a child. With or without anyone by her side. That was the
pending email. That was her beginning.
