It's sunny, it's Friday, and I have no plans...what do normal people do when they don't have plans? It's weird...I'm always busy with Type or the Sheriff or some other shady business. And it isn't like I have any family I can visit and spend time with. In case you forgot: they hate my guts and my brother is dead. 

 There's another thing that's weird: Aero being gone. It isn't weird in the sense of his presence being nonexistent; it's weird in the sense that I've always wanted him dead. I always had to work for what I have. It has never been easy for me – ever. Everything was handed to Aero and I hated him for it. Some days I even thought of killing him, myself. All I know was that I wanted him out of my picture. But now that he's actually dead when we just started to bond...I feel ashamed. Like it's my fault. Like if I never started to care for him, he would still be here. Or if I cared for him from the getgo, he would still be alive. 

All these sinister thoughts eat away at me, and I turn in bed to talk to Reyna when I see that she's gone. I furrow my brows, yawn, and stretch. The gunshot wound on my torso starts up at me, making me feel ashamed of what I've done.

If I could take it all back, I would. I would never strangle or stab or slash anyone. I would never help stage Destiny's death and I would never kidnap Makai. This means never meeting Reyna, but that's okay. It's okay in the sense that I love her – I'm in love with her – and I know that we would have met somehow, anyways. Maybe we'd bump into each other on the street or I'd pull her over for a speeding ticket. But I suppose that this is fate's twisted way of bringing a psychopath to mild sanity. 

I flip the sheets off of me as birds chirp from the outside, sunlight peeking through the window and stabbing me in my eyes. Stupid sun, get out of here. I skip putting a shirt on and slide on some jeans. 

Waltzing into the living room with morning fog in my sight, I see Reyna at the table with her back towards me. Her father is nowhere in sight, per usual. Rey sips coffee with her messy hair pulled back and her face in her palm, leaning on the table. "Hey, Rain," I greet. I've been calling her Rain because it's something I like; it can get really bad sometimes, but it eventually stops. Rain makes everything grow and creates rainbows and gives us life. Reyna gives me life; new life. 

She jumps a bit, startled, and looks back. Bags hang under her grey eyes and she casts me  a lazy smile. "Hi, Enzo." I wonder what she thinks when she says my name. I wonder if it makes her feel as fuzzy as saying hers makes me. 

 "How long have you been awake?" I ask, sitting beside her and taking a sip of her coffee without asking. Not expecting the taste of mixed alcohol, I cringe but take another sip because hey: I like alcohol. "And why this delightful cocktail on such a beautiful Friday morning?" 

"I couldn't sleep last night," she admits, drowsy.

"You were sleeping before I fell asleep," I point out. "Bad dreams?"

"You could say that," Reyna compromises, taking her coffee back and sipping it.

"What happened in them?" I inquire, watching the way she bites her lip in sorrow and dips her head in, almost respect.

"I saw my friends die – the dead ones, I mean. It was like I was the killer. I snipedAllister and slashed Della and strangled Hanzo..." and slit Adriano's throat...I drink some more of that coffee.

"They're just dreams," I assure, taking her delicate hand. I wonder what exactly it'll look like with a ring on it. Eh, probably just a hand with a ring on it. 

 "They're haunting," she hollowly corrects. 

 "Dreams are like demons that can only get to you when you can't control them," I explain. A moment of silence takes over the room for a minute. Focusing on the table, I sigh. "I know all about demons..."

"So, what happens on an open Friday?" I ask, finishing off the coffee and washing it off in the sink. On the counter, there are injection needles and rubber bands; her father's. Grunting, I toss them in the trashcan.

"Well, it's a perfect day outside. How about a picnic?"

"A what?"

Reyna shuffles into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, rifling the shelves for deli meats, cheese, lettuce, bread, and condiments. "A picnic. You know...some food to take outside and sit on a blanket and..." 

"And?"

Rain shrugs. "Talk, maybe."

"I've never been on a picnic."

"My mom and I used to go when Dad had to work on the weekends. She loved the scenery," she sighs.

"Did you?" I inquire, leaning on the counter and crossing my arms. 

 Reyna surveys me, finally registering my lack of a shirt. She grins the tiniest of grins, and it reminds me of Mona Lisa. "Not back then, but maybe now some scenery would be nice." She makes some sandwiches and packs some fruits, along with some bottled water."Really nice," she adds under her breath. 

"Well if it's the scenery you're looking for, I know a place or two," I offer before walking through the living room to put a shirt on. I decide on white linen. What, a psycho killer can't own linen? How rude. 

"Where?" she asks voice echoing through the room as I slip the top on. I dig through my underwear drawer until I find the ring box. If there's a right time, I'll propose. If there isn't, then I won't. But how will I know if there's a right time or not? 

"Um..." I sound, shoving it in my pocket and checking to make sure it isn't too obvious. "It's a surprise."

"Great, more surprises," she dully cheers. 

"Aw, come on," I coax, coming into the hallway. I roam to Reyna's room, where she slides a lavender tank top on with some white shorts. Sitting down in her chair, she begins to put her hair into intricate braids while casting me a shady look. "You're going to give me that attitude on my first picnic ever?"

Innocently, she looks up to me. Fluttering her lashes, she asks, "What attitude? I could never, ever possess such a –"

Playfully, I push her. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. How long are you going to take?"

She pins her bangs back and perks up. "Done."