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muserevival2013-11-26 12:04 pm
neverwalkalone) wrote in muserevival2013-11-26 12:04 pm
044.2. First person / blog / diary prompt
Safe & Sound
Some people just seem invincible. You know they have faced pain, heartache, loss, near destruction even, but they're the sort of person who seems to make it out a fighter, and a lot more tougher from the experience. It shouldn't have been like this. It's one of those risks you know is always there, lingering at the back of your mind, but you never actually think it's going to happen. Shot in the line of duty. In a split second.
I didn't come to fucking New York for this. I came to be with my family and catch up with my mate, who was going to be a colleague once again. We were partners at Scotland Yard, and from the moment we met, we kind of hated each other's guts... for all of a day before we went to the pub and had a pint together. All differences set aside, he became my best mate. Not everyone is lucky enough to have one of those. People who do should never take them for granted either, because in a heartbeat, it could all be hanging by a very fucking weak thread.
We all knew he wasn't entirely safe and sound, but he was doing his best. All you usually have is your best to do, and sometimes that isn't enough. But he wasn't even on duty, he was just trying to keep his head above water to be the best damn dad he could be to his little boy. Before he knew he had a son, I knew he didn't think he had much worth living for. He lived to work, and the only reason he was probably still breathing was because he didn't want to end the precious thing his parents - rest their souls - gave him. Life. Now it can't all be fucking taken away from him. He's the last person who deserves this.
And the worst part of it was, it was the first time I ever witnessed him at peace. Even almost happy. His boy was awake and on the mend again, and he finally got his girl that he had been denying himself the comfort of for far too fucking long. Why is life so fucking cruel? Why does it try to take away the people who mean the most to you, and expect you to just continue functioning normally? I'm really starting to hate this fucking job and wonder why the hell I'm here. It took the love of my life and now it could take my best mate.
Fuck everything.
adam morgan || original character
Some people just seem invincible. You know they have faced pain, heartache, loss, near destruction even, but they're the sort of person who seems to make it out a fighter, and a lot more tougher from the experience. It shouldn't have been like this. It's one of those risks you know is always there, lingering at the back of your mind, but you never actually think it's going to happen. Shot in the line of duty. In a split second.
I didn't come to fucking New York for this. I came to be with my family and catch up with my mate, who was going to be a colleague once again. We were partners at Scotland Yard, and from the moment we met, we kind of hated each other's guts... for all of a day before we went to the pub and had a pint together. All differences set aside, he became my best mate. Not everyone is lucky enough to have one of those. People who do should never take them for granted either, because in a heartbeat, it could all be hanging by a very fucking weak thread.
We all knew he wasn't entirely safe and sound, but he was doing his best. All you usually have is your best to do, and sometimes that isn't enough. But he wasn't even on duty, he was just trying to keep his head above water to be the best damn dad he could be to his little boy. Before he knew he had a son, I knew he didn't think he had much worth living for. He lived to work, and the only reason he was probably still breathing was because he didn't want to end the precious thing his parents - rest their souls - gave him. Life. Now it can't all be fucking taken away from him. He's the last person who deserves this.
And the worst part of it was, it was the first time I ever witnessed him at peace. Even almost happy. His boy was awake and on the mend again, and he finally got his girl that he had been denying himself the comfort of for far too fucking long. Why is life so fucking cruel? Why does it try to take away the people who mean the most to you, and expect you to just continue functioning normally? I'm really starting to hate this fucking job and wonder why the hell I'm here. It took the love of my life and now it could take my best mate.
Fuck everything.