Human

The strands are whipping her face violently. The crossroad is beckoning, and yet pushing her away with all it's might. She knows eventually all roads lead her there, so why not just get it over with?

The longer she stands there, the harder the decisions get. The less time she has to make them. It'll run out soon enough, the time. There's not much left.

It's all a blur, really. She can't remember crystal clear details, never has been able to. Maybe that's part of why she can let go more easily than other family members. Than other people. Because she doesn't have the memories to associate in the end. Perhaps that's why people might think her callous, cold. Manipulative. The real reason, though, is she cries just like anyone else. She laughs, she feels, she .. emotes. She is just another human being. Unique, just like everyone else. Not better, or worse than anyone else. A human.

Others tend to forget. Forget that in the end, we are all these tiny beings on an even tinier planet with an expiration date. Us and the planet. We're not immortal, we can never be. And honestly, she thinks, immortality is more than overrated. You would eventually forget what it was to be human. You would not feel anything anymore. And it's simply not worth it. It just isn't, to perish with the only place we had to live in at one point. Immortality won't bring you anything if you have literally nothing under your feet anymore. You would hang, suspended in vacuum, for ever thrifting through space, distant stars and universes. Where is the point in there? What would that bring you, the only person left?

She knows all this, and knows she wants to live her life as good as she can. She doesn't want to know everything. She doesn't want to do everything. What she does want is to live and laugh at the sheep following blindly. Never questioning. Never wondering. Only bleeping and munching on their grass. Good luck to them, she whispers.

The crossroad's still there. It'll never go away. But she knows now not to fear it. Even if it pulls and pushes at her at the same time. Slowly, agonizingly ripping her apart from the inside. She doesn't fear the pain, nor what's to come. No. She's only there for the ride, and she is making sure to enjoy it to the fullest.