Disclaimer: Not mine.
He was used to slamming doors, screaming and yelling, tears and running make-up. He was used to a cold couch, thin blanket, aching back and a sore neck. He was used to a sparse apartment, TV dinners, the History Channel and a bottle of beer. Those were his relationships. How they always turned out. No happily ever after, no one true love, no forever.
He was used to scared faces, bruised bodies, nervous eyes and mussed hair. He was used to mute children, bloody confessions, grieving families and no suspects. He was used to mug shots, fingerprinting, ex-cons and new cons. Those were his cases. How they always turned out. No happily ever after, no love and peace, no forever.
Because how could there ever really be a forever?