She's at a crossroad again.
If she recalled correctly, then this was the fourth time in her entire life. She tentatively places a foot forward, on to the cool glass. Decisions were never my strong point, she thinks. Knowing that this could take anywhere between an hour to a few days, she takes off the bulky coat, spreading it out before taking a seat in the middle of the cross-section. There weren't going to be any passer-bys after all.
Wait. I've...I've never looked back.
The thought crosses her mind for less than a second, but it clutches onto the messy vines inside her head and before she can stop herself, she's turning her head around looking over her shoulder and gazing into the mist-filled street. It's murky, grey, dark, and filled with heavy rain.
Why have I never looked back?
She doesn't know if that's really a question, or if it's something she's asking herself, but she definitely finds the confusion that comes with the thought loathsome, at best. Deciding not to wait for another epiphany, she gets up. Reaching the wall of silvery wisps, she slowly watches the ripples her fingers are creating in the surface. It doesn't let her through.
She can't fight it. The defeat spreads through her skin, and before she realises, she's shivering and walking backwards and away from the street.
Still trembling, she senses the water on her cheeks.
It's said with an incredulous tone as she captures one with her hand and looks down at it.
She knows, that this isn't going to be as quick as it always has been. After all, it's not the first time she's hesitated when taking a turn down into one of these streets.
It's the first time she's felt afraid.