[ WP ] : She now has the chance to fix her ruined life by going back to the decision that caused it . For some reason that moment was when she was asked `` What flavour do you want ? '' at Baskin Robbins .

Everyone ’ s life gets ruined at some point. But not everyone gets to go back and fix it. I have just recently had that chance. It all started when I was at Baskin Robbins. As I got up to the front of the line, I became more and more nervous. I always do. I can never decide what flavor to get. But this time, just as I made it to the front and was forced to order, the guy behind me said, “ I think I ’ ll get cookie dough. ” Nothing else coming to mind, I said to the girl behind the counter, “ I think I ’ ll have cookie dough. ” After the final agreement of what size to get, I found myself with a cone of ice cream. As I wandered back to the door to go sit outside, I recognized the guy that was behind me in line was now walking swiftly toward me. 
 “ You took the last of the cookie dough. That cone should be mine. You only got it because you heard that I was going to get cookie dough. ” 
 “ I ’ m sorry, ” I said. I could not think what else to say. He was being so aggressive. I offered him my cone, but he just sneered at it. “ If you came over here just to make me feel bad then, congratulations, you ’ ve succeeded. What else do you want from me? ” 
 After a few moments of awkward silence he said, “ How about a date? ” 
 The expression on my face must have been quite comical. He laughed. But he said that anyone who was as pretty as me and had the balls to take the last of the cookie dough ice cream deserved to be taken out. And as though it were coming from someone else ’ s mouth, I heard myself say yes. And that ’ s when it all started. The beginning of the end. I had no idea that my life was to be forever altered that day. But it happened. 
 From that day on, I spent as much time as I possibly could with Mark, the guy who should have gotten the last of the cookie dough. Mark was kind and he was funny. And it wasn ’ t too long after the ice cream incident that we fell in love with each other. It was a whirlwind. I felt so incredibly lucky that I had found someone to share my life with. But it wasn ’ t to last. 
 Not too long into our relationship, there was one day that Mark agreed to meet me at Baskin Robbins. The first place we ever met. Running a little late, I expected him to be impatiently waiting for me to show up, but when I entered the ice cream shop, I couldn ’ t find him. It was most unlike him to be late for anything, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and waited for him. Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed. Thirty minutes. I had tried calling him but his phone always went straight to voicemail. Finally, I left him an irritated voicemail saying I wasn ’ t impressed by him. When I finally made my way home, there was a cop car sitting in my driveway. Parking on the street, I walked over to the cop who was leaning on his car obviously waiting for me. 
 “ You ’ re Sam Wilkins? ” the cop asked me. 
 “ Y-yes. ” 
 “ We should go inside for this. ” 
 And leading the cop into my house, we made it to the kitchen where we both sat down at the table. Finally after several seconds of silence, the cop said to me, “ Mark is dead. We found his body behind a dumpster at the local Baskin Robbins about two hours ago. We found your number and address in his phone. Besides that we also found this on him. ” And like that, the cop pulled out a ring box from his pocket and opened it up to reveal a beautiful engagement ring. For some reason it wasn ’ t until I saw that ring that I truly believed that Mark was gone. I started to cry. Then the floodgates opened and I was soon bawling my eyes out. The cop awkwardly pat me on the back but continued to ask me questions about Mark and the last time I saw him. Through the tears I tried to answer him but it was no use, I was too distraught. The love of my life was gone. I was shattered. It was all my fault. It had been my idea to meet at the Baskin Robbins that day. If it weren ’ t for me, Mark might still be alive. 
 I was ruined. My life was meaningless now. I could barely get out of bed in the morning. I lost my job, I was about to lose my house. And still I couldn ’ t seem to get myself together enough to pick my life back up. My life without Mark was pointless. I kept dreaming that I would wake up to him there right next to me. But it never happened. Finally, one night, I found myself lying out in the backyard just staring up at the stars. I was miserable. I had known ever since the cop told me about Mark that it had been my fault he died. But I had never known what to do about it. Eventually, I looked up at those stars and made a wish on every single one I saw that I could go back to the point where I could save Mark ’ s life. And making that wish with all my heart, I fell asleep in the grass. 
 I opened my eyes and found myself, not lying in the grass in my backyard, but standing in line at Baskin Robbins. Then I heard a familiar voice behind me, “ I think I ’ ll get cookie dough. ” Finally, I understood what I had to do. Mark was never supposed to be in my life. And no matter how much I wanted him to be, I had to keep him safe from the horrible fate he would have if he were to tie his life to mine. So when the girl behind the counter asked me what I wanted, I said, “ I just want a scoop of chocolate. ” 

