The You That Waits at the End of the Path

You walk, step after step, through choices carved into dust, through silence heavy with answers you are not ready to hear. You do not know where the road leads, only that it calls, only that turning back is not the same as stopping. But somewhere ahead, beyond the fog of doubt, past the echoes of what could have been, there is a version of you waiting— The one who has seen the ending. The one who knows where this road goes. The one who has walked every step you are still afraid to take. Will they welcome you? Will they tell you to keep going? Or will they ask— "What took you so long?"