He looked, contemplating me. "Of course I love you Bella you know that honey." He smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Dad you know I have to do this" I pleaded. "I know you think it's important but-" "Think?! I know this is important dad!" My dad looked at me, he seemed to be unable to process why I would risk my own life to save my friends, stupid mortals, always worried about themselves. I didn't know why my dad didn't want me to go anyway. It wasn't like he cared. He probably just wanted to seem like a good fatherly figure. "I need to do this" I said. My dad stayed silent. He seemed to know that he was powerless, I opened the door, the pleasant day seemed to be a joke on humanity just taunting me, reminding me of what lay ahead. I took a deep breath and just started walking.
There's something about the end of summer. Just when it's starting to cool off, so the air is still pleasant but leaves space for breath. It's dusk, and everything is calm. There are cicadas and frogs and grasshoppers making a perfect cacophony, and the rushing of cars in the distance and the whistling of fishing lines and the splashing of fish and above it all the noise of human conversation but somehow it is still silent. None of it means anything at all. Absolutely nothing, and yet somehow everything, is worth attention. The dark shimmering of the lake, the lazy blue-grey of the dusk sky, the black outlines of houses, the subtle orange of lights all faded into a perfect portrait. This is when I can hear myself. This is when my inner consciousness comes alive in intricate words forming long winding sentences of dark and light and hopeless romanticisms. This is where one can find themselves. This is serenity.