Paint me a Picture

Paint me a Picture

Prologue

. . . .

To whomever is reading this,

People don't normally think about it, but your fate could be decided in the next five seconds.

It's been engraved in our heads to "Live for the now, not for the future".

As true as this phrase is, I wish I had at least reflected on my future when Tristan came into my life.

It's impossible to predict what will happen. Only God knows and only God can give you that free will to take what is given to you, and work with it.

Because my fate was decided in thirty seconds, I was not only denied the time to think rationally, but I was not denied the free will I had from God. This action caused me to think over and over again, "Was God just not there?"

The decisions made by me, God, and Tristan, were, in their entirety, unfair. And yet, all I can do is find myself thinking, "It was my choice. It was my choice, and now I'm living with it."

In the following letter is my story. I'm leaving it here so that, one day, someone might read it and possibly try and save me.

Sincerely,

Amber May Hutchinson