“ you know i love you clark — your ma and i, we’re proud of who you’ve become. whatever you choose to do . . . we support you. “ — pa
clark forced a smile to show gratitude, a fragile mask that could only do so much to conceal the tornado of dilemmas tearing his brain apart.
" well, i don't wanna choose! " he declared. " i'm sick of having to make all these big, life-defining choices for myself. — how am i supposed to know what the right decision is?! — i don't know anything about anything! " he blurted out before taking a deep breath, taking a seat in utter defeat as he mumbled, " sometimes i wish someone could decide for me ... " it just sounded so much easier that way.










