Love Lost
Being alive as long as I have you tend get use to certain things. No one thinks that I am capable of a deep thought that doesn't benefit me in some way and they can keep thinking that. Hundreds of years under my belt and yet I am still caught off guard by the overwhelming despair that comes with loss.
I may not be Daniel's biggest fan or friend but watching him cling to the lifeless body of Charlotte Richards, begging her to come back, to stay...My heart breaks for the man.
I know that seeing him so distraught, so destroyed isn't easy for the Detective. So full of compassion that one. Most women don't keep such good terms with an ex, let alone one guilty of the things Daniel has done.
Amenadiel. It's only now that I realize that the loss of Charlotte means that he's gone now too. I find myself feeling bad for him...and missing him. He's my brother, pain in the arse that he is, after all and he was here until her end.
Chloe comes to me and I hold her close. What if it had been her instead? I look to Daniel once more and swallow the lump that forms in my throat.
Obliterated, I think. I would be bloody obliterated.