Throughout your lifetime, a single phrase is usually heard from many people, many times.
I love you. Te amo. Ti amo. Je t'aime. Ich liebe dich.
Another single phrase usually follows.
I'm sorry. Lo siento. Mi dispiace. Je suis désolé. Entschuldigung.
That is the way life works. Your heart is broken, you become either happy or depressed, and over time, you're supposed to get over it. Some people never do.
I had been in prison for 148 months for a crime that to this day was never truly proved whether I had committed or not. A crime that I firmly believe I was framed for, and a crime that was done by the one person I should have never trusted. After all, you should never trust anyone who's slaphappy all the goddamn time.
I was young and naïve, looking for something I didn't need and he took advantage of it. Took advantage of me. I did things that I'd never imagined doing, things that were against every single thing I believed in. I did whatever he asked me to do, because even if I knew a lot better, I could never deny him anything. He knew my secrets like the back of his hand. One slip-up and my life was over.
I'm a free man today. I'm standing in front of my home for the past 12 years, the tiniest hint of a smile on my face, as I wait for the only person I can trust in this shithole of a town, this shithole of a world. She knows everything about me, and she knows exactly what I want.
This isn't her first time picking me up from here, and it won't be the last.
I am Detective Lovino Vargas, and my next case isn't a case.
It's murder.