We were at the eve of a momentous decision. A decision that would make a difference for some time to come. But the question of what to do, whether to do it or not is the main issue. Where do we go from here? That was the question.
"What did you do?" Mademoiselle looked at me and asked, her brows furrowed seriously.
"I didn't say anything," I said evenly. "I just left it..." I looked down at the coffee table in front of us as I did so.
"What does that mean?" Missy asked. Her eyes wide with a hint of worry in them.
"I don't think we're on the verge of deciding anything anymore," Mademoiselle said nonchalantly. Flicking some ash to the side. "Because it looks like you already chose."
"Why does it feel like such a last resort?" Missy asked sadly, her eyes downcast.
Mademoiselle lit a stick and looked at us squarely. "Because it is one."
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