Years ago, there was a woman who came into our restaurant. She was fashionable with a warm energy, however her face reflected concern and inevitability. She was alone, and asked for a booth in the corner. I told her we'd need to seat her at a table since it was just her. She told me she had gotten some very bad news today. The connection between our eyes was familiar, almost a look of disappointment was that which threw me for a loop. The woman was polite, sat, quietly ate, and left. I couldn't help but feel badly for her, however it was different than that. I felt... guilty.

Ever since then when I engage in destructive behaviors, I can't help but think back to her. Was she some sort of apparition of myself from the future, warning me from my harmful habits? I hope that she's okay, and has had many better days since then. She... I... What was the news she received? Am I destroying my future, while some part of me exists out there wishing I had made a different choice? Is it already too late?