The Night of Choices

Me and lina, and our longtime friends Sara and Youssef we always met every Friday

night at the old lighthouse. It had become our ritual ever since we were teenagers

we would watch the waves, share secrets, and dream about the future.

But this night was be different from every friday nights. The air was unusually warm,

and the sea glowed faintly as if holding its breath. Lina noticed it first.

“Does the water look… brighter?” she asked, squinting. I said “Maybe it’s

just the moon.” But Sara shook her head. “No. Something feels

strange. Just then, a streak of silver light tore across the sky—so bright