She was falling in love with her.

Rolling to her side, Cassie groaned at the thought that, be it her obsessive thoughts simply growing out of control, or because Fonzie had sworn to never leave her when everyone else did, she was falling in love with her. Her arch-nemesis. The one who was responsible for all of the worst in her life. It felt like a sick joke.

“I promise, I'll never leave you,” Fonzie had said. “I'll be here with you forever.”

And I left her that morning, Cassie thought, her eyes widening as she suddenly stumbled upon an emotion she didn’t realize she’d been feeling until that moment. Something buried deep inside her heart. It was like a horrible knot forming in her gut. And it’s not like it was the only thing forming there as of late that made her think of Fonzie, either.

“Goddammit,” the young blonde sighed, levitating up off of the bed and exiting out of the clock tower via the closest door, sailing towards her destination and not caring who saw. “I guess there really is no way around it, huh Fonzie? You’ve always been the biggest part of my story. I guess all I can do now is keep reading.”

Within minutes, the fallen heroine arrived at her destination: Fonzie’s headquarters. Normally, she would have phased through the window, but this time, she opted to enter through an open window, ignoring the glances of Alfonso’s thugs as they watched her make her way to their boss’ office. Upon entering, she heard the sound of water running, coming from the direction of Fonzie’s bedroom. Peering in, she saw that it was actually coming from the bathroom connected to that room, and immediately recognized it as the sound of a showerhead running. A terrible blush spread across Cassie’s face as she knew that Alfonso was in there.

Gulping hard, Cassie slipped stealthily toward the door to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror hanging over the sink, she managed to get a good look at Fonzie. While at first her eyes drifted to the older woman’s body, her face eventually drew her attention: She looked pitiful, contemplative, and angry. Soon, the mobster punched the wall and got to work angrily lathering herself, all the while Cassie thought over what she should do next.