The Choice

Elara’s POV

I was in the mundane, highly repetitive process of thoroughly wiping down my bathroom sink, vigorously scrubbing at a stubborn water stain on the chipped porcelain, when my isolated, fragile world was abruptly shattered.

My bedroom door violently burst open, the harsh sound of wood cracking against the wall echoing like a gunshot in my small, confined space. My heart instantly sank