The righteous man!

At the chesterfield, she once again fiddled through his whereabouts.

Where is she?
She is on that road where it diverged into two different directions. The dilemma left her alone.
Enough.
A pen and her notepad peeped from the corner of the coffee table. She grabbed it.
It was 2. And she started penning down her darkest emotions.
No. Not the sorrows. The emotions which were strong. Those she want to get a hold on. Her scrapes were dry by now. They had been decently taken care of.

Subtly, she got her hair loose. Looking at the elastic band, she thought aren't those monthly appointments in the central hospital gonna do any work?
Her subconscious self yearned, hasn't she left with few more months to be an independent soul?
Or why is so much of things bothering her. When there are things to be dealt with. Real ones. Maybe she is drifting herself apart, from the reality. The one which is ready to take her to the pool of happiness.
Or a little misguided, and there would she be, regretting amicably.

But the uncertainties which have managed to convince her for the Righteous Man.

She was a daughter, who had the hardest decision to go through the severe surgery which could either save her life or cease those leftover pieces she was left with.
She wanted to live. To live for the author who framed his work into what her whole existence is.
She wanted to live for her father. Because she has to have the eternity, not those 3 months of terrible mourning.

For the first time holding her notepad, she instead signed on the convention letter.
For eternity.