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The Temptation - Part 5.1
With the simple push of a button, or the pull of a trigger, someone or something can be taken away from you. Sam Cardlins stood by the gray headstone, waiting for nothing but expecting everything, and thought of how she had left things. Why are our last word always ones we regret?
The sun was bright in the sky, another lovely summers day was upon the city. Yet all Sam could focus on was the death of Rick, her partner and friend. How she could have left things the way she did still beat at her heart. Even to think of the last words, the last real words, hurt her very soul. Something had gone wrong, something had happened, yet she should never have let it get in the way of their friendship. It was all so wrong, all of it.
She took one more look at the stone.
Rick Marcus
1975-2007
Beloved son and friend.
We were proud to know him,
to have been loved by him,
and we will miss him deeply.
Sam read the words over and over. How could he be gone?
"You did it."
The voice that seemed to float to her gently wrapped his fingers around Sam, freezing her to the spot. She turned to her left, and quickly stepped back. "You."
"I wanted you to find the person who did this to me, and all the other people out there. You did it, and I know we will all rest in peace now the person is behind bars."
"I'm so sorry," Sam said, tears flowing.
"For what?"
"How you died. It was so wrong, so terrible. No one deserves what happened to you."
"You need to move on with your life. Everything dies, but please don't let your soul die before it is your time. A person without a soul is nothing when they leave this world. Be something, Sam."
Sam wiped her eyes with a tissue. She looked up, expecting to see her standing there....but she was totally alone. All alone.
Four months earlier.
Sam sat alone. The office was silent, most of the detectives still at the crime scene. Her computer hummed in front of her, the stars on her screen saver flashing and exploding. Yet all she could see was his face, Rick's face, covered in blood. How could he have died? It all happened so fast.
They entered the house, and everything went into chaos. Sam reached the living room first but it was Rick who took the bullet. It came from her left, and while she took aim at the shooter, Rick appeared in the door, and in the bullets path. He had died there and then, the bullet penetrating his skull with little effort.
The team secured the suspects. But none of that mattered. Rick was dead. He was gone.
With the simple push of a button, or the pull of a trigger, someone or something can be taken away from you. Sam Cardlins stood by the gray headstone, waiting for nothing but expecting everything, and thought of how she had left things. Why are our last word always ones we regret?
The sun was bright in the sky, another lovely summers day was upon the city. Yet all Sam could focus on was the death of Rick, her partner and friend. How she could have left things the way she did still beat at her heart. Even to think of the last words, the last real words, hurt her very soul. Something had gone wrong, something had happened, yet she should never have let it get in the way of their friendship. It was all so wrong, all of it.
She took one more look at the stone.
Rick Marcus
1975-2007
Beloved son and friend.
We were proud to know him,
to have been loved by him,
and we will miss him deeply.
Sam read the words over and over. How could he be gone?
"You did it."
The voice that seemed to float to her gently wrapped his fingers around Sam, freezing her to the spot. She turned to her left, and quickly stepped back. "You."
"I wanted you to find the person who did this to me, and all the other people out there. You did it, and I know we will all rest in peace now the person is behind bars."
"I'm so sorry," Sam said, tears flowing.
"For what?"
"How you died. It was so wrong, so terrible. No one deserves what happened to you."
"You need to move on with your life. Everything dies, but please don't let your soul die before it is your time. A person without a soul is nothing when they leave this world. Be something, Sam."
Sam wiped her eyes with a tissue. She looked up, expecting to see her standing there....but she was totally alone. All alone.
Four months earlier.
Sam sat alone. The office was silent, most of the detectives still at the crime scene. Her computer hummed in front of her, the stars on her screen saver flashing and exploding. Yet all she could see was his face, Rick's face, covered in blood. How could he have died? It all happened so fast.
They entered the house, and everything went into chaos. Sam reached the living room first but it was Rick who took the bullet. It came from her left, and while she took aim at the shooter, Rick appeared in the door, and in the bullets path. He had died there and then, the bullet penetrating his skull with little effort.
The team secured the suspects. But none of that mattered. Rick was dead. He was gone.
