I remember learning about the Fates, these three powerful women, who gave every human a length of string that measured how long they would live. After their string got snipped, that was it.” Sky shook her head. “And it finally hit me that I was already, like, at least twenty percent of the way through my string. And this is the good part of the string. The part when I’m luckily still young and healthy and unattached, and I can do whatever I want. I guess I’m afraid of looking back on these years and feeling like I wasted that time. I’m afraid of missing out on life.”
