A Date with Destiny

"Maybe you haven't noticed, but my emotions are dangerous. I can't afford to feel anything."

It was perfect. Everything was perfect. The scene had been perfectly set, filled with dim mood lighting and small candles staggered about the kitchen just the way Rachel liked it. The kitchen table within Titans Tower was neatly staged with pillar candles in each candlestick, lit and illuminating the place setting with a soft glow. A folded napkin was set beside the place, neatly arranged flatware nestled next to it and prepared for an evening of feasting.

Rachel’s violet eyes bounced from one area to the next to inspect each element of her arrangement. Everything needed to be just so in order for her to properly enjoy this the way she was always meant to. The way it was intended.

Gingerly taking a seat at the table, the teen folded her pale hands in front of her, her gaze admiring her own handiwork. It was something she felt quite proud of, if she was being honest. It wasn’t too often she put the kind of time and care into anything other than heroism like she had done tonight. It was a special occasion, after all. Pursing her lips, she leaned in closer, her words soft and gentle as she spoke.

“This is everything I had hoped it would be and more. You’ve exceeded my expectations and I just wish I could savor this moment forever. Nothing has ever made me feel so…”

Her voice trailed off as the Titan tried to collect her thoughts. It was so unusual for her to find herself unsure of what it was she was feeling. Rachel was usually so acutely aware, but lacked when it came to expressing such. This seemed to be another one of those moments.

“I wish I could give you what you’ve given me. I wish I could be whatever you want, as well.”

Rachel exhaled a small breath, her hands finally moving to the center of her plate as she slipped her hands around the crisp edges of her enormous sandwich and took a large bite. The flavors danced over her tongue and distracted her from the sound of footsteps approaching behind her, making her unable to stop Jaime from bumping her shoulder and causing the sandwich to drop from her fingers. It seemed to happen in slow motion, the food falling until it finally hit the floor. The teen stared in disbelief as her perfect sandwich lay in shambles on the floor. A small perky voice spoke up from behind her, Rachel’s attention slowly turning to look at Delicious, the adorable corgi.

"...ah..wow..I've never been to a live murder."