Obituary
The cursor sat, blinking on the empty page of the word document she had open. Taunting her. Over the years, she had written many obituaries, but this time she couldn't figure out what to write. She had never thought that he would die. That she would be the one to kill him.
Swallowing, she started typing, letting her thoughts escape onto the page.
The second the words 'Agent down' were uttered, I felt like I was hearing every goodbye he had ever said to me, said all at once. It was a physical pain, knowing that I wouldn't hear him again, knowing it was my fault. But I'm the boss and regret is unprofessional.
So I turned my back and I began to let him go.
Hour by hour.
Days into months.
It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my centre.
And I'm quickly running out.
Reading over what she had written, she highlighted and deleted it. Closing her laptop, she looked out into the empty office.
'Oh James.'
Sighing, she pushed away from her desk.
She'd do it another night.