Everyone has had the feeling, at least once in their lifetime. The feeling that the entire world rested upon their shoulder's. She had figured the fact behind it at the age thirteen and had lived with it since. Everyone had their own little world in which usually rested upon them.
She shared this fact only with her closest friends. Out of them, only one truly seemed to understand. Though, she didn't trust easily, and still hadn't complete trust of the man who seemed to cross her mind every minute or so. But when she did truly trust someone, she would go to the ends of the earth and back, twice over. Though sounding cliché, it was to the truest extent.
Gus said she was crazy - that both of them were, which wasn't all that insulting from him. Shawn and her would just chuckle.
Yes, Shawn. The two had become very close very quickly. They were like brother and sister; they had almost identical personalities, along with most of their likes and dislikes. They teased each other a lot, but never ever would seriously argue. The worst argument they had was over how pineapple was best, dried or fresh. But the two understood each other so well, they always seemed to know what the other was thinking. Even though the two had met under such strange circumstances.
Then there was Lassie and Jules. The main detectives that she always found Shawn with whenever he happened to be at the Santa Barbara Police Department. Those were of course, only the nicknames that Shawn had introduced them as. Detectives Carlton Lassiter and Juliet O'Hara was how they formally introduced themselves as. She had immediately told them the meanings of their names and their origins. Shawn then proceeded to introduce her to the Police Chief, Karen Vick when she approached the group with a case.
Though refusing at first, Shawn had insisted that she tag along to the crime scene. She quickly reminded Shawn of her specialties, and that she didn't interfere when police got involved. But Shawn's repetitiveness to get her to come, Lassiter had finally snapped and told her to, quote, 'come so the bastard shuts up.' The entire group had been taken aback by the outburst, and she quickly gave a nervous chuckle as she urged them to leave, as to keep any tension from building. God, did she hate tension.
She had seen over time how they all reacted in their own way to things. Whether it was immediate or dealt with later, she noticed. It got many questions stirred, 'why's and 'what if's. More questions got stirred up when one of them did something she hadn't foreseen.
"Hey Ev, you ok?" Shawn had snapped his fingers in front of her face and she had finally been pulled out of her thoughts. "Sheesh, thought you were comatose there for a minute." Shawn chuckled as she did her normal routine in that kind of situation; scratch her thumb across the tip of her nose and give a small laugh.
"Nah, just… thinking." She leaned back and smiled at the ceiling.
Yes, she had her own little world, yet she never let it pressure her. She didn't let it weigh down on her shoulders. She didn't let herself control it and take responsibility for it; instead, she lived inside her own little world. A place where she was content, there were no problems. No one judging anyone, everyone was loved by someone.
Everyone did indeed have their own little world, and it would either be resting on their shoulder, and the weight only be lifted when someone, someone who that little bit of strength more, helped them with it, or they had the ability to live in it. And what a rare ability it was. So, whenever she had the chance, she would bask in the glory of her world, where things were never truly planned or expected, or doing her very best to help someone else hold up there world.
