[Lavi stares at the tree as he had stared at the wheat, wonders at the peaches and the swing as he wonders which path to take. Were they the only choices before him? Must it always be two?
He turned, staring back longingly over the field, wishing he could just go lay in the tall stalks and watch as they swayed with the wind.
It's a decision like many others that he doesn't know enough about, isn't mature enough to have an honest opinion of and so he sits at the base of the tree. Leaning against it the redhead shuts his eye, hoping perhaps that there will be a sign leading him one way or the other. Though he knows that's the easy way out, he has to pick his own, doesn't he?]
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