I stare into the shimmering surface of the lake as I wait for Ivanna to get back with our hot dogs which I assumed would take a while considering the long line I'd seen when we'd first spotted the vendor. Before leaving to get the food, Ivanna had asked me to confirm whatever decision I was going to make regarding the whole 'save the supernatural world' thing because she needed to get help immediately. Or the supernatural world would go kaboom. And she needed me to officially tell her that I didn't want to get involved with all of this for supernatural proof or some bullshit. Something about protocol she said. But I hadn't. Because for whatever stupid reason I wasn't entirely in with the idea of Adriana Hendrix, previously known as Caroline Astor in the 'Fucked up life of Eliana Harlow whose actual name is Syra Driscoll' show, to die. And that was annoying me. So I stand there, staring at the water, wondering how my life got this messed up. I'm so deep into my thoughts that I realize Ivanna was back when she asks, "Are you ready?" And all I can do is stare at the water, and appreciate how pretty it looked, without giving her a response. And she doesn't press me for one. We both stand there, my arms covered with bags full of clothes and her arms full of food ranging from hotdogs to cotton candy. And yet neither of us bother to talk. Or eat. And I could feel that she knew what was to come. She knew what I was going to do. Who I was going to choose. And she hated that. I knew that. But that doesn't stop me from finally turning to my side to face her. And I tell her, "I'll do it, I'll help you." Because I couldn't live with myself I knew that I could have stopped Adriana Hendrix from dying. And that was my downfall. ~~ {Update on every weekend.} ~~ Copyrighted.