The Last Flight

by Julie Clark

The loss had faded, as all losses did, replaced by something harder. Stronger. She could see now what she couldn’t see then. All choices had consequences. It was what

you did with those consequences that mattered.

But if only is a useless question, a spotlight shining on

an empty stage, illuminating what never was, and never will be.

“You can’t blame them for knowing their limits. Even if those limits included you.”

Liz placed a hand on her arm and said, “Look. Obviously, you know what’s best for you. But I sense an unhappiness, a hole that makes you hold yourself apart from the rest of the world. And I hate to see you hurting. Seeking them out doesn’t mean expecting a happy ending. I don’t think that’s why you should do it. But information is power. And once you hold it, you get to decide what to do with it. That’s all I want for you.”

Information is power. Eva could walk away with no regrets, knowing for certain the past held nothing of value for her. That sometimes, the death of a dream can finally set you free. *