On the day we almost died.
She got knocked up by some old flame and assumed the role that was predetermined for her. Her cycle continued. The other one stayed, only with the comfort of reassurance that things would change, eventually. In good time. Really, she was just waiting for her Jesus. And the other one: she left everything behind and went on a journey to find herself. She only found that everyone else her age felt the same way about their own lives.
Some things never change. And one day, we'll all be 6 feet under and all good and bad things will fade with time.