Dilemma

The young lad stood on the sidewalk, looking at the house on the opposite side of the street. The house, painted white, had a splendid garden of roses before it. It had two floors, with two large windows on each floor. All the windows had curtains, so he wasn't able to look inside. He made as if to cross the street and enter, but then changed his mind.

Better the silent regret than numb pain, he thought to himself, and he went away.