Even though I said I wasn't going to cry over it I did. Of course it wasn't until I went to bed. I was completely ready, dead tired, exhausted from a fight, and I lay down and suddenly the memories of today flow through my mind.

I realized then that I would do anything for John if only he'd admit how he felt.

I just didn't understand why we had to go through such a triangle like this, why couldn't we just be together?

He had Mari and I had the ever-pestering Carter to deal with.

I was only able to handle being in my room for an hour before I went back up to the watchtower.

"Just my luck." I sighed when I saw who was on duty.

"What was that?" Mari asked, "Oh, hello Shiera. How come you're up here, Arrow is supposed to relieve me."

I shrugged, "I can relieve you until he gets here."

She crossed her arms, an annoyed look on her face. "How come you're here Shiera? It was your night off."

"I couldn't sleep-bad dreams." I said sheepishly. I don't want to deal with her right now. "I'm just going to go down to the cafeteria then."

She eyed me questioningly but shrugged. "Alright." She turned back around to focus on the monitors.

I stood there for a moment before I left. I didn't understand her or him. I didn't understand what he saw in her.

I left the room and went down to the cafeteria.

"What do you see in her John?" I asked under my breath.

"Maybe he sees a beautiful model and strong woman." A man said behind me.

I turned on my heel and was looking into the faceless face of The Question.

"That was a rhetorical question Question." I snapped.

"And I was talking to my piece of cake." He said. I looked down at his slice of white cake.

I smiled at him and grabbed a slice myself. "Alright, then, speaking to my cake, what would you do if you loved someone who you couldn't have?"

He reached for some strawberries. "I would do nothing. Everyone has relationships, who says they will last forever."

I turned to look at him. "And what if they do?"

He looked at me, a face of no character. "Tell him the truth."

He looked back at the food, adding some extra sugar. "But you are not that type of cake and don't ever want to taste bad."

I grabbed a scoop of ice cream and some chocolate syrup while he talked.

"I think the more you look at a cake, the more you want it." He looked at me again before he left. "I'd just keep being the cake."

Question walked away.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I took Arrow's time so…monitor room."

"I didn't think you could have food in there."

"The question isn't if you can but if you should."