Hey, guys. I have a new story. I hope you'll like it. I got this idea after I watched a video on YouTube with Jane and Maura, and it won't leave my mind. It's a sad one. But I will write it with flashbacks. However, enjoy it.
T73.
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Prologue.
Maura Isles is coming home earlier this evening than usual. Home. She doesn't call this house her home anymore. It's a soulless building, an accommodation, something necessary.
Nothing is like it was a few months ago. She knows, Angela Rizzoli knows, Tommy and Frankie Rizzoli know, and her colleagues the Boston Police Department know. Even the entire city knows.
But knowing it and accepting it are two different pair of shoes.
She will never accept it. She can't.
Since that day everyone's lives had changed drastically. A single decision changed everything. Changed her and her whole life.
Maura feels an deep emptiness in her heart, an emptiness that won't be filled again.
I wish I would never have met you. Her words echoes through her head over and over again. If she could turn back time, she would never have said those words. She rather would have said I love you, please stay with me. I need you, I don't want to lose you. Let's end this childish fight.
She places her purse on the desk at the back of her couch and walks over to the kitchen island. She takes an wine glass out of a cupboard and freezes. The untouched bottles of beer in the refrigerator are staring back at her through the glass door. Suddenly, she feels sick and is feeling the burning tears in her eyes.
She would do anything for a second chance, foe a touch, a kiss, one last night, one last look.
"Maura?"
She gasps and swirls around, almost dropping the glass to the floor.
Angela Rizzoli stands in the door and glances at her with an sad expression. It's as sad as Maura's. As heartbroken as hers.
A tear escapes Maura's eye.
The older woman immediately rushes to her house, but she takes a step back, shaking her head.
She don't want to be hugged, she don't want to be comforted. She thinks she doesn't deserve it.
"You are not alone," Angela says softly .
Maura nods her head and her tears start to flow freely, ""Yes. Yes, I am."
