Author's Note: I'm not sure where exactly this came from, but it popped into my head this weekend when I myself was having trouble sleeping. It shouldn't be hard to figure out who they are, given that it is a product of my twisted imagination. It's not long… Just a couple of vignettes from the beginning of the game. Did it happen this way? Who knows, but I can dream. Right?
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED
Part I - Her Side
She lay there in silence as sirens and the other noises of the night resounded outside her window. His side of the bed was empty, as was becoming more the norm lately.
'Another night on stakeout, honey.' Was what the message had said. Like it always said.
She lay on her back, staring up at the shadows on the ceiling, remembering how the flickering shadows had scared her in her youth, but now they were her only night companions.
She imagined him sitting in a darkened apartment, his lanky body splayed out over a chair turned backwards. It was the way he loved to sit given the chance. Casual and sexy all rolled up into one dangerous package. He'd have a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his hand would be holding his gun, one finger resting loosely on the trigger. He'd never had to tell her that was how it was when he was on these stakeouts. She just knew her husband that well.
It hurt knowing what he did for a living, despite that he tried his hardest not to talk about it. He left work at work when he came home, but on lonely nights like this, it was hard to not remember that her husband, who had once been a mere Soldier was now a member of the ruthless organization known as the Turks. The dirty work that no one else was willing to do fell upon him and his partners.
She got up from the bed and crossed towards the window, looking out over the artificial city, built meters above the ground, towering over the slums below. She spent her evenings down below the monstrosity that was the city in the sky, working in the bar that she'd owned for the last few years. She kept it for sentimental value; it had been the place where they'd met. Where, despite her feelings for the company he served, she'd fallen for that sexy crooked grin and the man he tried to hide deep inside.
The diamond on her finger glittered in the moonlight coming in through the window as she pulled a piece of paper from the desk and wrote a short message on it. Things had changed. The world was changing. Her eyes had been opened to the evils happening all around her. She couldn't go on as things were without trying to change them.
'I'm sorry.' Were the only words on the message she left on his pillow. She would be gone when he returned.
She hoped he'd understand.