She hadn’t wanted to do it, but in the end it had been for the best. That’s what they always said, wasn’t it? That the hard decisions had to be made for the betterment of everyone else?
Why did that not fill her with joy? Why did it only fill her with a resigned sorrow that penetrated her very bones?
But…
She glanced back at the small child playing behind her and a sad smile stretched across her face as she felt her heart melt.
But maybe this really will set things to right.
With her decision made, she stepped away from the nursery and out into the hall, one of her hands forming a hilt of light that ignited into a rapier.
This really is for the best.
Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge.
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-107.html
Breathing In 